The Things We Left Unsaid

the pain you give

Your words, sharp as winter's chill, 
Cut deep and leave a bitter thrill. 
The hurt you cause, though often blind, 
Is a shadow in their quiet mind.

The wounds you open, never seen, 
Are scars they carry, cold and keen. 
In their silence, the pain resounds, 
A heavy silence that surrounds.

You leave behind a trail of night, 
Darkened souls that lost their light. 
In their silence, the sorrow stays, 
A testament to your harsh ways.