Honey, I saw it yesterday,

your heart covered in scars.

And all the secrets that you kept,

in those tightly shut jars.

I heard you take a deep breath in,

and then you turned and smiled.

But I knew it wasn't real,

it didn't reach your eyes.

I don't see marks on your wrist,

I don't hear you cry.

I don't need to see your torn wings,

to know that you can't fly.

I can see it in the way you've lost,

the jubilant skip in your walk.

And in the way that you don't

gesture animatedly when you talk.

I hear you go around,

and say that you are fin.

Honey, telling how you really feel,

isn a crime.

Tell me what went wrong,

what made you so detatched from life?

What twisted inside you,

was it your own knife?

I want to tell you,

that it's okay.

Whatever happened,

will soon go away.

But I watch you from a distance,

I see you sink, I see you start.

I wish you could hear my unspoken words,

that would help you heal your heart.