There is the girl who’s always lonely.
You can see her pain.
The light is gone, her eyes hold no love and they hold no hope, her pain is beyond belief, you start to drift away,
its to much to handle, you cant bear it,
you know she needs help, but you don’t know what to do, nothing is there,
at her people start to stare,
you watch with silence as she falls to the ground, a distant sound,
and for the rest of your life, you see her falling as she fades away,
and for the rest of your life, you hear her last cry,
the cry of pain that of her you could have denied,
but you just stood there,
and watched her die.

The thing that kills you is that you could have helped.
But you stood by and watched her leave this world,
and your conscience will never forgive you.
And now you can feel her pain for yourself.

So how does it feel to know how she felt?
To feel her agony, her suffering.
And now you know what she was thinking when she died.
now you know the feeling of having no one to love,
and no one to love you back