Hidden Scars

Honey, I saw it yesterday, your heart covered in scars. And all the secrets that you kept, in those tightly shut jars. I heard you take a deep breath in, and then you turned and smiled. But I knew it wasn't real, it didn't reach your eyes. I don't see marks on your wrist, I don't hear you cry. I don't need to see your torn wings, to know that you can't fly. I can see it in the way you've lost, the jubilant skip in your walk. And in the way that you don't gesture animatedly when you talk. I hear you go around, and say that you are fin. Honey, telling how you really feel, isn a crime. Tell me what went wrong, what made you so detatched from life? What twisted inside you, was it your own knife? I want to tell you, that it's okay. Whatever happened, will soon go away. But I watch you from a distance, I see you sink, I see you start. I wish you could hear my unspoken words, that would help you heal your heart.