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Fuck Friends

by Candice Brazil | Dec 8, 2025 | 10,000 Matchsticks, Poetry | 0 comments

Life’s full of mystery,
Mixtures of joy and misery.

I’ve been stabbed in the back
By more friends than enemies

Yet, I treated you like kin to me

There’s not a mouth
On the block
That I didn’t feed

Yeah, You got the best of me

No shadow of a doubt
When you were down and out
You always had a place to sleep.

The fuck you ever did for me?

The fuck you ever did for me?

The fuck you ever did for me?
Heart full of greed
Bitch please

Fuck friends
I’d rather keep enemies
My enemies never switch it up on me.
They always keep the same energy
Their intentions easily seen

At least I know they’re coming to attack
the ones you least expect.
Will hit you in the back.
Trusting friends gonna get your ass whacked
blatt blatt
game over
the fuck you gonna do about that?

I’ve finally had enough
I give up.
You win.
I concede

But before I leave.
Know you had my love and my loyalty

I’d never do to you
The shit you done to me

You should know this about me
Too old to keep it anything but OG
I believed in your dreams
Prayed for your success
I had high hopes,
but you were hopeless

Take a good look around
My memory’s everywhere
but I’m nowhere to be found

I’m moving on
With 10 toes on the ground
Slam dunking on this rebound
My purpose more profound
My resolve more resound

Done letting fake bitches get close to me
Forgiving debts owed to me
Forgetting lies told to me
Done treating you like royalty
You’re not a Queen
You’re too far below me.

I’m focused on that level up
Climbing mountains you’ll never touch
Heights you’ll never reach
My gospel’s what the whole world’s bout to preach
Some people just too dumb to teach
Ears deaf to the speech

Fuck friends
I’d rather keep enemies
My enemies never switch it up on me.
They always keep the same energy
Their intentions easily seen

At least I know they’re coming to attack
the ones you least expect.
Will hit you in the back.
Trusting friends going to get your ass whacked
blatt blatt
game over
the fuck you gonna do about that?

the fuck you gonna do about that?

Written by Candice

Author. Artist. Healer. Survivor. After awakening from what I call my Trauma Coma, I realized that nearly everything I believed about myself was shaped by unresolved trauma. Today, I help others heal from the invisible wounds of incest and betrayal trauma. Holey House was born from my own healing journey. It’s a sacred space where souls with holes can transform their pain into purpose, their wounds into wisdom, and their shame into light. From holey to holy, this is where we remember who we were before the wound.

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