The things that mater most, are the things I will never say.
A broken promise inside my heart, forever you must stay.
People read my stories and think, that my life must have been hard.
But none of them will ever know, the real reason that I'm scarred.
Some things are just too hard, to say or speak about out loud.
That doesn't mean that I don't miss you, when I'm alone or lost in the crowd.
The wound is just too real for me, even after all these years.
and I know how sad it would make you, to see me always in tears.
So I think I'll just miss you quietly, in the hollow space inside my heart.
The space that was carved out to hold you, right from the very start.