The True color of friends

Friends show how they really feel and what they've been hiding for so long, they crush their friend to inexistence.

I never thought people who I thought were my friends were truly backstabbers

   Their words wrap around my throat and prevented me from the only thing keeping alive

Their looks impel my heart like a keen dagger droven into a goosefeather pillow

      Not a single glimpse of remorse flashes across their sunshine faces

Through my mind a wish of the slowing of my heart races

             My mask falls over the recent disaster

               And keep going as if nothing was the matter.

Friends.

Something I thought I would never have

Surprising how not a single hand was lended for me to hold

They assumed I would be okay, stand strong and bold.

So I was left to walk into the war blindfolded with my hands tied

Their words haunt me in the dark of the night

Where I silently cried.

The words.

The words wouldn't  stop

Behind my ear went their arrows of pain-making words

Seeping into my mind

Never to depart

They choke up their happiness and joy

They've pushed my being to the bottom of their endless wishing well

Springing up their rainbow of colors

Their true colors