My crying heart

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

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