Even with a knife in my back,
I go on.
You were my friend,
my sister,
my twin soul
and I don't even know
how it came to this.
What hurts most is that
now I question everything;
the laughter and the tears.
We told each other secrets
but was any of it real?
I loved you like family
and I pinky swear to that.
In fact, you were my soulmate
who's now become an enemy
executing sneak attacks.
You caught me off guard
when you stabbed me in the back.
I'm hurt deeply and I miss our sisterhood.
We were ride or die Divas,
I thought you understood.
It's OK though, I'm good.
And even with this knife
lodged firmly in my back,
I go on.
