Go ahead and mention my child,
the one that died you know.
Don’t worry about hurting me further
The depth of my pain doesn’t show.
Don’t worry about making me cry
I’m already crying inside
Help me heal by releasing
the tears that I try to hide.
I’m hurt when you just keep silent.
Pretending it doesn’t exist
i’d rather you mention my child
knowing that he has been missed
You ask me how I’m doing.
I say «pretty good» or «fine»
but healing is something on going
I feel it will take a lifetime
❤ Elsker deg Lucas! ❤