End of a Rainbow

This is just a little philosophy I wrote one day while deep in thought.

It's not the color of the rainbow that flatters
It's what's at the end that matters
These were the words from a very wise man
I was a fool who despised a helping hand

I thought my friends were good people
Come to find out they were nothing, but evil
I was stabbed in the back and betrayed by my friends
I could've swore to God they were friends to the end

Depression kept me down, I continued to get sadder
My life was like glass, it began to shatter
It was like this for a very long while
For a very long while my body was defiled

A slap on the wrist wasn't enough
I had to be arrested and put into cuffs
With a shake, stir, and run in the ground
With the grace of God, my life was found