Your wounds are seen....

I feel your loss and I feel your pain
All your brokenness, I can not contain
How moved I am and how hurt inside:
Knowing the things you've had to hide.

You're not unnoticed, your wounds are seen.
It's awful, that someone would treat you mean.
You're not the the wrongdoer; you're not at fault.
All this self hurting now needs to halt.

You are of great value of this I am sure
And, someday, a healing you will secure
Don't give up on the hoping, let go of the whim
That thrust you into places that were dark and dim