If Not For Tragedy

I have every right to be mad.
I should be pissed, fucking angry.
But I cannot bring myself to the point of rage I need.
The one to give me release; relief.
I was betrayed, manipulated, and guilted
by someone I loved and trusted.
Since the realization, I have not cried.
I have not yelled.
And I feel no emotion.
I feel empty.
Someone I thought I could trust,
Someone I confided in,
someone I worried over,
and stayed up at night for,
has showed me her true face.
It's amazing how tragedy can
tear a family apart
and yet bring them so close.
I hadn't spoken
really spoken,
to Hazel in so long.
Me and her speak every night,
and we actually confide in each other.
I missed her, so much,
and never would have known,
if not for Tragedy