Blood Stained the Hands I Trusted

I gave you More than words More than promises I gave my soul But you Held knives Behind smiles And empty eyes The blood Wasn’t mine But it stained My hands anyway You whispered truths Wrapped in lies And I Believed Every damn word But trust Is fragile Like glass And you Broke it Not with force But with silence With cold And absence I searched For reasons In the wreckage Of what we were But some betrayals Don’t need answers They just need To be felt And remembered Now I carry wounds Invisible But burning Like fire beneath skin Because blood Doesn’t only come From pain done by strangers Sometimes It’s spilled By those You called Family