For every laugh.
I used to have.
For every one I let done.
For every heart that I have broken.
For every love lost unspoken.
For every cry and plead.
For every senseless need.
For every fight.
Every night.
For every tear you shed.
For every depleting dream.
For every scar I have.
For every drip of blood.
For every little cut I made another.
For every time I made you cry.
Is dying enough to mend your broken heart?
