I looked into your eyes,
wishing I could take away your pain.
I never truly knew how you felt inside,
just guessing in a way.
Here you were going to the restroom,
at first I only had a thought,
an incling of what was wrong with you,
but there you ***** what you bought.
The days were rough on your heart,
I couldn't image the hurt you had,
the depression tearing you apart,
hours of loneliness made you sad.
.
I loved you for being you,
not because of your image,
but it was I who had no clue,
just waiting for the dawn to rise,
and there was nothing for me to do,
you told me it was your fight,
so I had to continue to be there for you,
holding your hand and saying the right words,
making the days count for something.