Friends?
Marcus Perkins
Stabbed in the back once again ,
the blood pools below as the knife plunges in.
Friends they were supposed to be indeed
yet they were worthless when I needed thee.
Here I draw the line in the sand
with my own scarlet red blood from within.
You don’t deserve the breath you exhale
you belong in the darkest parts of hell
I gave you money, a shoulder, and ears
you took them and used them with no fear .
This wasn’t the first time you exposed
this flaw in your persona you are utterly cold .
With this shitty view is how I leave you ,
when I need help you’re nowhere around
when I need a shoulder you cant be found.
Now I know you are a worthless fuck
who will never amount to much
I’m done with this relationship
and I’m done with you.
You didn’t deserve to grow in the womb.
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Marcus Alan Perkins
I’m a father, published author, student, avid reader, husband, and advocate for equality for all. I am going to use this platform for my short stories and poems. Follow me on Facebook: @Author.MarcusPerkins, Twitter handle: @AMarcusperkins
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