My Friend The Back Stabbing Knife (And Your Friend Too) Poem by carolyn williams

There is this little weapon that is called a shiny knife
among its uses of cutting food
it also can cut life
so my little poem talks about this heart breaking piece
and how the people we trust can be the experts of using this seductive beast


everybody finds someone who they can truly trust
wether it be a relative, a friend or a guy whom which you lust
but then there comes aa day when you suddenly see
that theres not just onewho is there, there maybe even three

that is the mistake that ihave made this year in my life
be warned there is only one who won't dig that back stabbing knife
my one person was my dad
who died when i was just 15
i then thought that my best friend emma was a person on which i could lean

at first maybe she was there in fact no she definately was
but then that attractive shiny knife once came
and friendship was no longer her cause

that knife was juts too tempting
for her to turn and see
my devastated face realising the blood was coming from me

so listen to me now when i say this to you loudly
make sure you know who that one real person is
who won't use that knife proudly