A dear friendship,

like a shattered glass.

Swollen egos,

 Forever shall last.

I’m sick, im dying,

I might not pull through.

Surgeries ahead,

I’m leaving my crew.

“Oh poor little thing”

My dumb heart melts.

How can I hurt someone,

With problems heartfelt.


A day, a week,

Did the cancer spread?

Oh dear god!

Is he really dead?

When picked up the phone

And dialed his home,

A confused voice answers,

In a muffled tone.

Sick? No way. 

A surgery? da Hell?

A made up tale,

He’s doing pretty well!

And so the masks dripped,

Once more,

Just another

Attention whore.

© chaosxd 2017 •

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