I feel like this everyday.
I cry like this everyday.
It is no surprise that ther's scars on my arms.
It is no surprise that I want to leave.
But I cannot.
I will not.
Do you remember that night?
That night I called you very late?
You picked up the phone and automatically knew something was wrong.
I did not have to say anything...
My silence said it all.
You ran over as quick as you could,
And found me on the floor,
Bleeding and crying.
You fell to the ground and pulled me close.
You rocked me back and forth,
And you told me you knew.
You knew what I wanted.
You knew what I was thinking.
Those few things you said to me,
Those few thoughts you gave to me,
Made me think twice.
I know you care,
And that is enough to stay.
These scars remind me of how you healed my wounds,
That night...
And everyday there after...
