Your heart is broken,
Begging to be loved.
You are hurt,
Injured beyond repair.
Yet my hands yearn,
To fix and mend,
Things I know I can't,
Things that might,
Hurt me back.
You hurt me before,
Without knowing it.
I never showed,
The scratches and scars,
I went on pretending.
I know I didn't want to,
So I'll do anything,
To help you.
