The Wounds of a Friend

You know what's really sad? Getting hurt. But more than getting hurt, getting hurt by a friend. I guess it makes sense, those who are closest to us have the ability, the power to hurt us more. Those trusted few, the people who catch a glimpse of who you really are. You know, the ones you trust with your life. The whole you laugh, I laugh, you cry, I cry with you and wipe your tears thing. All that jazzy stuff. It makes sense, that those are the ones who could hurt us the most, after all, friends like that become part of you, so it seems. It's just sad is all. I wish our friends and our enemies could stay in two separate groups. Instead, some in the friend group hurt us more than those in the enemy group. If it came from an expected source, it may hurt, but it's a blow from an outsider. But when it's from a friend, it's different. Since they are closer, they injure so much more. It's not just a distant attack, it's a deep stab in the back. Whether done intentionally or not, those are the wounds that hurt. The wounds that do more than sting and scab, these are the wounds that bleed and bleed, and never completely heal. And at the slightest pressure, could easily burst open, bleeding and hurting again. The wound that leaves scars. Those are the wounds of a friend.