A FriendI've once had a dreamWhere I would be a friendAnd have someoneWho would accept me to be theirsEchoes of a ringingEntered into one earAnd out the otherBut it shook my mindTo no availQuestions were thereBut nobodyAnswering a single oneA smile never thereOnly tearsExpress the wayI can "feel""I can only believe in myself"Clenching onto my heartProtecting itFrom stained handsWith redA sharp rusted knifeGripped upon their handA shadow hovers overLooking over meIt smiledEyes turned white as snowBeforeThe room wasFilledWith silenceAnd painted in red