Lies
Oh how we depend on lies
From whether or not you clean your room
Or how late you stayed up
But my lies, oh how my lies are different
More twisted, dark, and complicated
Such as “I’m not hungry”
I’m starving
Or “I’ve already ate”
I haven’t ate in 4 days
Or “I’m happy”
My happiness is as empty as a Sahara desert
Prowling around with many predators
Equipped with the Strengths of Depression, anxiety
Or perhaps “Oh I’m just wearing a hood because it’s a bit chilly!”
The truth is the night before I forcefully slid the blade across my flesh
To feel something other than heartbreak
You see, lies either wound us or make us profit
Oh how we depend on lies.
And oh how they deceive us
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