I do not understand why you look at me like that.

Why you pretend I am not there until you have no one else to turn to.

I do not understand why I am your last resort.

I know kind people, funny people, rude people, interesting people, odd people, tall people, small people.

I do not understand why we are all different.

I do not understand why you do not love this.

Our differences are what make us human.

I do not understand why you think this is wrong.

Welcome to the world, welcome to the generation of change, welcome to the time of accepting, welcome to the world.

You hurt my friends and destroyed friendships.

You hurt us, then said sorry,

But sorry doesn't always cut it.

You ignored us and said mean things to us.

You hurt us, then said sorry,

But sorry doesn't always cut it.

You lied to us and were rude to us.

You hurt us, then said sorry,

But sorry doesn't always cut it.

You said mean things about us behind our backs and told people not to talk to us.

You hurt us, then said sorry,

But sorry doesn't always cut it.

Sorry won't cut it this time. I've spent to much time with people who I thought were my friends then turned around and stabbed me in the back so im sorry,

But sorry won't cut it. Not this time.

Sometimes, you have to walk away from people, not because you don’t care, but because they don’t.

When someone hurts you time and time again, accept the fact that they don’t have your best interests in mind.

It’s a tough pill to swallow, but it’s neccessary medicine.

Do not strive to impress them any further. It's not worth it.

Do not waste another second of your time trying to prove something to them. It doesn't need to be.

Do not act with any though of them ever again.

Cold, so cold, your freezing and you can barely open your eyes but how… why? Where are you, why is there a gun in your hand? The gun, it calls your name and you can't help but stare at it for what feels like eternity. Its mysterious and dangerous and beautiful all at the same time. In your hand you hold what could be the balance of life and death but why, why do you have it? In your other hand, a doll, a beautiful porcelain doll, you remember it but you can't figure out how.This whole room is full of mystery. Why is it dark, why do you have a gun, why do you have this doll, where are you. The dolls smile is so comforting, you stare into its eyes and then it hits you. Mazy. How could you not have noticed this before, the doll has her eyes and her hair and her smile, oh how you miss her smile, you dont remember how long its been since you've seen her smile but it's been long too long. There's something different about it now. She doesn't have that same joyful glow that she usually does. Mazy looks… almost crazy, but it can't be. Mazy is the kindest sweetest person you've ever met. you place her down ever so gently in the corner and start walk around trying to find something, anything. You look back at the doll and see the gun only a few feet away from the doll. You thought you left it in the middle of the room but there's no way it couldn't have moved on its own... right? You continue to look around then you hear a very faint voice,

“You never were a good friend,” it says as you look around frantically to see where it is coming from, “more like... a frenemy. You lied to me and you hurt me, and now I will hurt you.”

Now you are scared but then, you hear a loud, sharp, CRACK! Your head spins around so fast it could have gone flying off your head but the second it does, everything goes black.