Not directed to anyone in particular in my life; just another poem i hope you enjoyy. reached somewhere deep down nd came up with this. my message is tryna get you to ask yourself what i do here about you and your own friends. are they really your friends or vice versa, are you really a friend to them?:

When I'm up my friends know who I am nd when I'm down . That's when I rec who they are

It's not til I'm down that they move out, to lend a hand or even a shoulder. Their gone. To far...

So You call yourself my friend

Ya man we been there for eachother from beggining to today's present end

But ask yourself do you really know who I am?

Like If i were to die right now, would you be able to say you really knew me?

Cus I don't know alot about you

I know about half of the person you are even after eveything we been through

I always wonder what if we knew that other side of eachother

Would it bring hate nd is that why it's covered?

Answer me this, If you came to hate me enough would you actually try nd kill me?

Would you be able to look at by dead body cus that's all that's left of me?

On my tomb under my name and the engraved r I p. Could you sum up my life nd who I am in just one summary?

Would you confess all the wrong things you've done behind my back that woulda killed my already dead physical body also mentally?

Man, If I died right now, would you be able to say you really knew me?

Like really...

 If my heart stopped beating and I died right now, could you actually say you were my friend and knew me?

Ask yourself that nd find the answer to that. It's kept somewhere, somewhere behind friendship's doors

If your answer is no,then man... answer me one more...is that my fault or is it yours?