I know.

I know what it's like
to love someone who's heart
is all but dead.
Who's words
wash over you,
exposing every cut
your shitty life has made.
Who's eyes
scream
but who's mouth
barely whispers.
And I know what it's like
to be in the
worst
kind of love.
The one way street.
The one sided conversation.
As if your talking to yourself.
Blah blah blah.
And I know what it's like
to love a cold person.
To love someone who's
mean
and cruel
and all but loving.
Who's soul is
hard
and icey.
Who has
barriers built
around their dead heart.
You can't
break through.
I know what it's like
to cry because
no matter what you do
or how hard you pray,
there's nothing,
nothing,
you can do
to save them.