I thought my pain was mine alone, A silent weight I’d always known. But then you spoke, and in your text, I saw the wounds I’d learned to hide. Your words felt like a mirror’s glass, Reflecting hurts that still hold fast. The past we carry, torn yet true, Somehow, it led me here to you. And though the scars may never fade, I find some peace in what we’ve made. For in your heart, I finally see, A soul that understands me