Fragments of Innocence

27 Unseen Scars: The Burden of Solitude

I wish there had been someone to hold you as you cried, but you lay there, alone.

I wish someone had shielded you, but his hands left their mark.

I wish someone had noticed what lay hidden beneath your sleeves, but you were the one tending to your wounds.

I wish someone had given you strength, but you nearly succumbed to the fight.

I wish you could trust again, but you choose to navigate this journey alone because, in the end, you've only ever had yourself.