I wear my scars like whispered secrets,
Beneath the smiles, the laughter's echoes,
A childhood marked by shadows deep,
Where trust was shattered, dreams would weep.
If only words could bridge the space,
Between my heart and your warm embrace.
If only eyes could see the storm,
The quiet ache that keeps me warm.
You see me here, a face so bright,
But can't you feel the hidden fight?
The memories linger, heavy and cold,
A tale of hurt that's left untold.
I wish you knew the weight I bear,
The silent battles fought with care.
A bond once cherished, now a thread,
Of fragile trust and words unsaid.
In crowded rooms, I often stand,
A lonely heart in a busy land.
I long for someone to understand,
The silent grief that grips my hand.
Yet here I am, a soul exposed,
Hoping for light, for hands to hold.
If only you could read my pain,
Perhaps then healing could begin again.
