By Savage Eli
Why do snitches patrol my life, only to return lies, isn’t that failing to deliver on one’s own business
I understand that is life, dictated by ‘what bleeds leads’, but why can’t life just be fair enough to return facts, havent you done enough damage to a repute I built zealously!
Why do you take my silence for ignorance, can’t you just see how frail I have become?
You have ruined every attempt I take towards success
My failure being your happiness
Yet you were once my closest
Why do you make me regret the navigations that brought you to me, I let you in thinking that you were true to your attest but instead became the terror of my peace.
Once a friend now a snitch But Why…