Little girl…
I saw your pain again.
Where others only look, I see.
You have special kind.
Some wear it on the shoulder,
sympathy from the world.
While for others its only skin deep,
waiting for the scab to break.
Yours is deep and hidden well, but you
don’t see, that I see.
It cost me my love, but I’ve found
peace with myself.
When your ready
swallow your fear and I’ll help.
I’m something of an expert
you see