The sighs, the tears, the memories
The words we never said.
The goodbye's, the hi's, the i love yous
That we never mentioned instead.
The blood, the knife, the razor
in which we can compare.
The life, the abuse, the touching
That we never seemed to share.
The screaming, the suffering, the secrets
That we both behold.
The laughs, the smiles, the happieness
That we suddenly sold.
