Stabbing

Stabbing

Me thinking that we were friends would gladly turn around thinking that if something happens

You would help me

To my surprise I realised that you were only there to gain from me

As if my only use to you was to be a tool in your success but then again I’ve been traded for a lot less

See I look at you and see someone that doesn’t know the truth

Someone that thinks they understand but in actuality you’re dumber than an uneducated drunk man

To you

I was nothing more than a useful tool

But your so called friends wouldn’t hesitate to turn around and sacrifice you

You see

Your impeccable attempts to distress me

Really doesn’t work

Because I have so many scares on my back from being back stabbed that I learned to let people like you go

~S.S.A.F.