The lies they tell,
Those supposed friends,
Who shackle you to the knife,
Who throw you down, into the lies,
The bed of knives and suffering.
In your name, to spare you pain.
While exacerbating the problem to titanic proponents.
The lies they tell to misguide, trick, hurt, misdirect.
True friends are such. To cause pain.
A horrible truth, better than many amazing lies.
One is living the truth, the other a mirage that needs shedding.
The lies your ‘friends’ tell,
The pain they unknowingly cause,
Even when asked to spare me.
They hold the knife to my throat.
With the lies they tell.