Sneakily

I don't know how to stop it,

Neither how to slow it down.

The need of giving you a home,

By the hands that wrap around your wrists.

I've seen your wounds and,
I want to be the one who heals 'em.

You kept the sadness to yourself greedily.
Spent a week or two laughing deceitfully.

And I'm here trying to take it away from you sneakily.