Even when you hide it

Even when you hide it,
it shows.
I feel how you lament
on the things
we cannot do anything
about.
Maybe it's not your fault,
or perhaps it is.
And yet, my heart
just wants to reach out
and wipe the sorrow
your chest keeps.
I hate to know that you're hurt
maybe I'm also the reason,
and so I hate myself too.
I just wish, everything
would be fine soon
because...
I can't bear those secret tears
I can't pretend that i don't hear
anymore.
Though I know you're hurt,
I couldn't just
come near.
Will you let me?
Because those sobs, I hear.