Scarred

I know I am naïve

((sheltered))

and the world outside seems distant

((shadowed))

I thought that what I'd heard of

((stories))

wouldn't ever touch my life.

You preferred to be alone

((secluded))

but I talked with you and loved you

((sweetheart))

and although we had our contrasts

((several))

I was happy around you.

I didn't understand

((sorry))

that although you acted cheerful

((smiling))

there must have been a pain

((searing))

that you kept wrapped up inside.

I only really saw it

((sadly))

when you ran outside to greet me

((sobbing))

and you said that you'd done something

((stupid))

and you showed me your own blood.

I went to bed, nights after

((shaking))

thinking of you and just praying

((searching))

for a way that I could help you

((somehow))

for a way to show I cared.

I'm not sure I ever did that

((succeeded))

- you said you'd only hurt yourself

((solely))

but I'm telling you today

((sincerely))

you're not the only one you're

((scarring))