Will It End?

I think i have friends, or at least i thought

I used to wonder, but now i know

I cant trust them, and shouldn't have befriended them

I make so many mistakes, but i learn from most of them

I know they dont care

I know im invisible

To the people who matter, which is everyone, but me

I know i dont have a voice, or at least to them i dont

Im un-noticed, and the last to hugged

They dont know me, they never will, i dont want them to

Because it'll only bring pain to me

I fake a smile, but they dont care

I cry, while they laugh at me

I dont understand

I thought they were my friends

But i only feel like their slave.