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.