If only you knew,
the times she had screamed for help,
The times she helped others,
when no one was there to help her,
The times she smiled,
When inside all she wanted to do was cry.
If only you knew,
Of the days when she hid under her bed,
The days when she witnessed the silent cries of the unheard,
The days when she held his hand through the pain,
The days when she held her cheek to calm the stinging sensation that seemed to grow with each blow,
The days when she closed her eyes and hoped for the best.
If only you knew,
Of the boy who fell in love with you,
Of the boy who wanted to stop the tear from falling down your cheeks,
Of the boy who hid in the shadows that cried along with you,
Of the boy who's whole world came crashing down years ago yet still has faith in the world,
Of the boy who sits on his roof, hoping for your life to get better as he hears his mother's cries.
Of the boy who has scars inflicted on his skin by the people he defends you from.
Of that boy with the unbreakable spirit that seems to only grow,
If only you knew
Of the days he cried after the burial,
Of the times he has watched the crimson liquid flow,
Of the moments he has run away,
Of the silent whispers he sent to you,
If only you Knew . . .
