{This is my first "poem", or whatever you wanna call it, so cut me some slack. (•_•)}
His eyes.
Big.
Sad.
They were filled with hurt.
Full of fear.
His past.
It was still there.
All of it.
The hurt.
The pain.
The abuse.
The scars.
He looked at me.
His eyes drowning in sorrow.
It filled me with compassion and sadness.
He was hurt.
Hurting.
How could someone be so broken?
So sad?
So hurt?
The pain of his past.
Will it ever go away?
