Now I understand that adage, that says,
twenty friends can't play for twenty years,
I just know what it really meant,
I don't know I'll be hit hard by those I called friends.
I never knew I'll be betrayed by my housemates,
and crucify by my lovers, friends and bestie,
I never know you folks are in competing with me,
but, you all disguise as friends.
How would I have known?
when I trust you with all my heart,
and all my secret I shared with you folks,
but I don't know I was digging my very grave.
I was warned by Sweet-kay,
she told me about wolves in sheep clothing,
but, I thought she was jealous,
had I known, I would have listened to her.
But now, it's already too late to amend,
cos, I'm six feet gone,
I was poisoned by my friends,
and my lots they shared.
I'm writing this from the afterlife,
so that you guys will learn from me,
beware of those you call your best friends,
and don't forget the death of this sadist poet.
©️Crowns Writes
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