Year after year, and you’re still gone
Letter after letter, and you aren’t here
“I’m sorry” written in ink,
Cannot sew together the scars you left.
I was only 8.
Day after day, and the pain is still here
Tear after tear, and it doesn’t hurt any less
“I miss you” smeared in ink,
Will be how I tape together my scars.
I’m almost 17 now.