Friends

How is it that I inspire others 
When I wish that I were dead 
Manipulators gather all around me 
Each one to get inside my head 

I don't want to hear them 
Nor do I want to see 
Give me rest, remove me from this 
For I wish to be free 

Always they seek advice 
Emotionally they sponge 
It seems that in their own lives 
They receive that from no one 

Use me then throw me away 
Yet they call me friend 
Never once have we hung out together 
Not one call, this has to end 

Does that make me hateful 
If I ask to be left alone 
I feel abused, they seem ungrateful 
That's not a friend, not one at all