Hidden Scars
Your girl may not see your tears, But I do, and I'll calm your fears. If you cry, I cry, If you sob, I sob. When darkness falls, I won't abandon ship, Instead, I'll stand by you, lifting your grip. No distractions, no fleeting escapes, Together we face life's turbulent waves. But few know the depths of my own pain, Abandonment's scars, betrayal's stain. I hide behind busy days and distracted nights, Guarding my heart from your hurtful lights. How could you think I didn't care? My silence wasn't indifference, but self-preservation's snare. I shielded myself from the hurt I'd face, Lest your actions cut too deep, leaving an irreversible pace.