I thought that you didnt feel well
But I was wrong
Cause when I asked u if ur ok
You smiled at me
You didnt respond
You just smiled
And I took it like an ok
Oh god
How much frivolous I was
That I couldnt hear the scream that your smile hides
Screaming for help
And we sat down
While I was thinking about ur smile
And I saw your hands
Full of scars
Oh god
How much blind I was
That I couldnt see
That I couldnt feel
That I couldnt see your true self and feel how you truly feel
I took your hand and I started fondle each one
There were many
There were many scars
"What do you count?" You whispered "do you count every time you werent there for me?"
"No" I anwered back "I count every time you thought I wasnt there. Cause trust me, I would give my everything for you."
You laughed.
Fuck.
When you will stop screaming my name.
I cant help you ok. I cant.
You are not the only one full of scars.