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