"Use To Be" (Old Poetry)

I'm fairly certain that this was initially meant to be a song. Call it a hunch.

We're as ghosts to her
Like Some Bad Dream
The loudest whisper
Her quiet scream

Ink on the walls
Blood on the paper
Crying for help
With no one to save her

And I tried (3x)
To take her higher

But she wasn't there for her
And I wasn't there for me
Pictures can now only show
Shadows of what we use to be

A life of love forgotten
Or maybe denied from the start
Solitude and ignorance
Always drain the bleeding heart

She was alone in the crowd
When we ignored the signs
Tired of it all
Her razor drew the line

And I tried (3x)
To take her higher

But she wasn't there for her
And I wasn't there for me
Blood can now only show
Stains of what we use to be