Betrayal…
It does not always arrive wearing the mask of an enemy.
No—enemies are expected to strike. You see them coming.
But betrayal… betrayal comes from the ones you never guarded yourself against.
The ones you trusted.
The ones you welcomed into your circle, into your heart, into the fragile spaces you never show the world.

That is the cruelty of it.
A stranger’s knife cuts the skin,
but a friend’s knife cuts the soul.
Because you did not just lose trust in them—
you lose trust in yourself.
You ask, “How could I not see it? How could I be so blind?”

And the wound festers.
Not because of what they did,
but because of who they were to you.
You handed them the map to your weaknesses,
the keys to your secrets,
and they used it not to protect you—
but to ruin you.

Betrayal is not loud.
It whispers.
It hides in familiar laughter, in warm hands, in promises that sounded so real.
And when it reveals itself,
you are left shattered,
wondering if you will ever trust anyone the same way again.

Yes… enemies may break your body.
But only a friend, only family, only a lover—
can break your heart.