They take the knife away from you so you don’thurt yourself but you get stabbed in the back with the same knife.
You wipe away their tears, but they end up making you cry.
You could die for them but they want to kill you
You can change the odds for them but they make you face the consequences alone
You tell them your deepest secrets known by only you but they make it an open discussion
Yet you call them your friends when they are your worst enemies
You place them in high esteem but you are the lowest of creatures to them
You laugh together but at the back, but they hate to see you laugh and be happy
You are dying slowly and drowning gradually,they know but they prefer seeing your downfall.
Flee from every appearance of enemies who disguise as best friends and a life of ceteris paribus