I Used To Call Them My Friends

I used to call them my friends, One day somebody shot me, My other two eyes saw them, Ah Pity on me, there my dear ones, Pulling the trigger on me, For Surviving, acquired solitary, Until wounds heal, so they did, With time, I melted, Embraced new sun with forgiveness, At that very day, A stranger passed by, Asked with a native tone, What was that story of yours? Who had tried to ambush you? He asked and as he did, My stiches tore, shed again, While bleeding I decided, Should live without their aided, Left to never look back, Since then, i had no flashback. Now wear a smile on my face, Without intrusion, live with grace. :-)