The saddest part of being strong is just,
no one will ever notice your sadness.

Through her eyes, I see a galaxy of pain.
A broken soul, who has lost her name.
No identity to cherish, no path to follow.
Torn apart from the inside, her chest is hollow.

She looks me in the eyes and cries out in fear.
Holding me tight so I do not disappear.
I tell her I'm never leaving, and I'm here to stay.
But she can't believe me, so she pushes me away.

Arms folded as she walks with her head staring at the ground.
She looks for happiness, but it's nowhere to be found.
But all she had to do was look back, and see me waiting.
Maybe then she would have believed I always planned on staying.