A/N This I wrote while staying a friend's house, after I heard some hurtful news about a very trusted friend.

You turn and say,
"No, nothing happened"
Should know to not trust you.
You're all the same,
Every single one of you.

Like some secret cult,
Nameless and black,
Hidden from those,
Who'd rather not know.
Showing after dark.

One of few you were,
In the minority of trusted,
Safe to tell and safe to hear,
A backstabber,
You complain of those like you.
A liar and a whore.

Minority is slowly fading,
Seeping off into black,
Forgotten and ignored,
Turn to those who care,
Those who never lie.

Hidden in their embrace,
Safe from those who hurt.
You know of these feelings,
You complain of those like you,
A liar and a whore.

Lost in betrayal,
Thoughts running through the mind,
Struggle to stay alive,
Struggle to pretend,
Lost and lonely.

His helping words,
And his caring embrace.
Who needs people like you,
Hidden in the blackened cult.
A liar and a whore.