Betrayal Is A Gift

Betrayal is never a stranger. It comes cloaked as the ones we love most, trust dearly. With it comes the question that can never be fully answered by either player. Why? How can those most adored inflict such harm? It is not for us to answer. 

Betrayal wears a kind face, with a smooth voice. It does not matter the title
they take up... friend, family, confidant, lover...it carries no weight, the name you attach to them. They care not. 

Betrayal will gather an army, catching up all that you hold dear and brandish
your love as a weapon, a thousand little cuts from many different blades. 
it will steal your heart, your health, your mind. With every added voice, a little push...tilting you closer and closer to the edge. Do not fall. 

Stand still. Stand firm. Hang on, hold fast, betrayal is smoke and mirrors. 
Lies and rumors. Evil sang in an angel's voice. Do not listen. There is nothing for you. When the mask falls, allow it to shatter. 

Truth is a whisper. A soft murmur on a light breeze. Wait for it. Truth is a mirror held up before one's soul. You cannot deny another's nature.
Betrayal is a gift, a blessing seeped in pain both your's and theirs. 
Let them go. It is better to depend only on yourself than to beg 
a thief for gold.