Untold

These scars tell me a story
With each line showing their own little interruptions.
These tears tell me a story
With each drop showing unsaid words of disbelief.
Those eyes tell me a story
Like locked doors shutting out the outside world.
These hands tell me a story
The soft hands that collect blood and tears.
These words tell me a story
But I see through these lies,
I see through those blood shot eyes
That mask like smile
And …
I’m sorry.