I can see in your eyes that you are hurting, but you won't let me help.
I break inside seeing you crumble.
That I can't hold your hand to help you keep going.
That you will not rest.
You laugh every time I'm with you, but It's fake.
And you are awake, but still closing your eyes so people won't see your blood stain eyes.
Do you think suffering by yourself makes you tougher?
Dear love,
If you think hiding what's going on well make it better, just to wait till you die inside.
It's not.
Set upon some of your problems on me.
And if you stumble, and start to crumble yet again,
I will be right beside you.
Falling right beside you.
Bawling with you, crying with you, baring your struggles on our backs with you darling.
I love you.
Can't you see I'm not leaving you?
You won't hurt me.
It's love with knowledge.
Knowing that I will love you till the day I close my eyes for the last time, even in the happy and romantic times to the sad and angry times when we yell and want to run away.
I will hold your hand now...
even if you pull away from me.
I can't let you keep walking down this path.
I can't.
And I will keep trying to help you my love, until my heart beats slower and then not at all.