Who Are You?

Friends put knives to your throat,
And remind you that you're alone.
 
Dominating you, and trying to control,
The 7 ounces of your soul.
 
But I seek out from below.
Their gaseous body will surely implode.
 
They put their guns in your face.
And let everyone they know gang rape.
 
Am I accepted and part of the whole?
Or am I just their weekend hoe?  
 
I wake up knowing I'm alone.
With a knife to my throat.  
 
Who are you trying to take my soul?
Friend or demon. I'll never know.