Broken Wounds

Have you had a best friend, you named as a sister, called as a twin, and saw her like no other? Well i did, but smiles turned around, hearts became broken, wounds started to open up. It's like beating a hammer, but never being able to break it, because it can hit you harder. It's like talking to someone dead, but knowing they're listening. It's like a never ending story that ended. It's like, it's like...