I Wonder

I wonder if he knew I bleed
Would he leave
I wonder if he saw the scars underneath my sleeve
Would he fall to his knees in disbelief
I wonder if my suicidal thoughts I achieved
Would he grieve
Sometime ago I received the best gift I'd ever received....Love
It wasn't sent by a dove
Nor making wishes on clovers
It was found by the leftovers of me
I wonder if he knew all of me would he flee
I wonder, I ponder and wonder once more
If he's the key to this broken door.