I find eyes to be the most beautiful when soaked in tears,
maybe that's why I find some joy in hurting others.

Things wont be the same after this.
I know that they weren't for me.

It takes time for these things to heal,
and it leaves a nasty scar.

But it's a scar you wear with your family,
It's a scar that keeps you strong.

Know that the sadness is okay,
know that I am never far.

Is it that I ran away,
Or did you not run after me?