I feel for her.
I've watched her cry so many times at night.
She can barely hold it in any longer.
Every moment is an ache.
She watches the people cry for their loved ones.
Watches them sob and scream.
Begging for them to come back to them.
She doesn't want for her loved ones to feel that way.
She doesn't want to die.
She can feel it watching her, but she knows it will come.
Maybe when she's in love, or with friends, or maybe alone.
She doesn't know.
That ignorance is killing her.
That is what she cries for.
That is what I cry for.
She is hurting.
She wants to know, but she can't.
No one can.
How?
How do I help her?
Why is she in such pain?
Help.
I've watched her cry so many times at night.
She can barely hold it in any longer.
Every moment is an ache.
She watches the people cry for their loved ones.
Watches them sob and scream.
Begging for them to come back to them.
She doesn't want for her loved ones to feel that way.
She doesn't want to die.
She can feel it watching her, but she knows it will come.
Maybe when she's in love, or with friends, or maybe alone.
She doesn't know.
That ignorance is killing her.
That is what she cries for.
That is what I cry for.
She is hurting.
She wants to know, but she can't.
No one can.
How?
How do I help her?
Why is she in such pain?
Help.