My heart is hurting
I have lost a friend
No, he is not dead
He is very much alive
But I lost him as a friend
Either I stabbed him first
Unknowingly in the past
And he held it in his heart
Patiently waiting for revenge
Or he just got bored of our friendship
So picked up a knife
Sharpened both edges
He didn’t even wait till I had turned
My back to bid him goodbye
He just thrust the knife deep
Straight in my heart, with no regret
Now am standing alone bleeding
Because I was stabbed by my childhood friend
