Et Tu Brute

I thought that we were friends.
And we had made our amends.
All the stabs! I felt yours most.
Mentioned friends in the boast.

Irreconcilable differences; Yes.
Life and death can be the mess.
You might think me being rude.
But its my corpse being viewed.

And not only my death but life.
Praises you say with your knife.
You don’t come to bury me:Try.
Leave you to understand: Why.