Blood Pact

Trust, it can't be rebuilt if they betray it and plunge the sharp knife of deception into your heart. Every time you think about it the knife twists and turns and the mind succumbs to paranoia, scarred, maybe for life. Some that feel like scars are only bruises that finally fade; but others leave a mark forever. Although, scars can be forgotten, buried under joy; but ever so often, once in a blue moon, when your sat alone and start to think, they are remembered and you kick yourself for being so blind.