Haunted:

Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve,

A smile stitched tight where sorrow used to stay.

I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.

The world sees peace, but I can’t quite achieve

That gentle lie I whisper every day.

Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve.

They say it was a choice — a way to leave

You safe and loved — but why does love betray?

I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.

Your name, your scent, the soft thread of your sleeve —

All haunt the nights I silently replay.

Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve.

I hand out joy that I can’t quite receive,

A hollow gift wrapped up in soft decay.

I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.

A part of me I never will retrieve —

Yet hope pretends I’m fine in its own way.

Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve.

I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.