The thoughts are overflowing, Overwhelmed with a sense of knowing. Leaves a severed silver lining, That sliver of happiness is now replaced with whining. Unwind the tangled mass you call memories, The trail left in a mess is now heresy. Buried beneath the skin is pain and fear, Of which we have seen throughout the years. With each unbearable step, With each unwavering breath.. We saw what we wept. With each unthinkable act, With each unavoidable situation.. We felt what it's like to be intact. Until they learn about our past, Then they'll know what it's like.. at last.