The good advice told you to leave and walk away.
Friends went, others thinly disguised their disdain,
You were judged and the storms hit.
Lost your job, the times were hard,
You saw the scars, and I cried at night,
Fragile pieces of me became exposed,
Even when this heart rested for a beat,
Through hurt so real it bloodied you,
Cold, shivering, clammy and weak,
The long road back you walk with me,
Everyone can see you stayed.