The worst is...
He'll never know of the pain  he caused...
Of all the scars he ripped onto your tender skin
He'll never know how much your heart aches
When you hear the sound of his name
He will never see those scars.
He will never hear your voice pleading for him to return.
Because he ran
Ran away with a piece your melancholic heart
And now
He will never see the scar
He left behind
On your tender, vulnerable skin...