They don't know I regret it.
They don't know I'm sorry.
They don't know that I got hurt in our battle of words.
They don't know that I wish I could take it all back.
They don't know that I want to rebuild everything.
They don't know that I want to talk to them, but I can't.
They don't know that I've sat in silence for three days, wanting more than anything to say something.
They don't know that for the first time in five years, I've had nightmares when I sleep.
They don't know how much they really mean to me.
They don't know what it's like to lose them.
They don't know.
But I do.
