The hacking at your soul
Causes a deep, deep hole
That you can never fill.
You just wish, on your sill,
That the decision was made
And then there is no need of blade.
Why must your soul be riddled,
Mine in kind? Both just fiddled
With emotions all through life,
Causing our own pain and strife.
We never see inside
Only the other’s side.
We show all the flaws
That cause us to pause
Long enough to save each other;
Until one collapses and smothers
Out their light.