I see her crying <br />And I want to help <br />But somehow I can’t reach her <br />If only I can see the pain <br /> <br />She wants die alone <br />The gun in her hand <br />Is still warm from the blood <br />The pain is streaming out <br />Of her teenage senseless soul <br /> <br />The girl is crying <br />While her pain still runs out <br />Bit by bit she sees the depressed soul <br />Sneaking out of her body <br /> <br />The gun has fallen to the ground <br />As she is letting go <br />For one last time <br />She looks up <br /> <br />I can see that girl crying <br />It hurts me so much to see <br />That I can’t help her <br />Because mirrors don’t talk <br />And once and for all <br />She is gone.<br /><br />Sandra Wiebe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-girl-crying/
