They say in this life only the strong survive. That if it doesn't kill you it can only make you stronger. They say for everything that happens in our lives there's a reason for it. A place where it belongs. But if you ask me, nothing cuts deeper than the knife of betrayal and I don't know where that belongs. It creeps up quietly, from a forbidden place of trust, to plant bitterness and rage in even the most vulnerable of hearts. But I guess in life there is a place for everything. Including the madness. After all, how would we ever know what lies inside until someone or something brings it out? Through pleasure or pain. Choose your poison.
