Watchful

Me. Broken, alone, hurt, and scared to love No one understands But then there's you. You pick up the façade You see right through We are not the best of friends Nor lovers, not by a mile Yet somehow you see With a way unknown to me The tears behind my smile No one has yet done that Not even the one I hold dear Tell me where you learned your trade Are you broken as well? Or perhaps you simply study your peers As you walk this Earth that is Hell Show me how you read them Show me how you feel Knowing everyone around Is a burden, I imagine I can't offer much But know I will try To be the one you can come to If you are weary Or simply want to cry