You See...

You see the way she walks…
She’s lonely.
You see the way she talks…
She’s not used to it.
You see the way she smiles…
She’s not really smiling.
You see the way others tease her…
Why are they so cruel?
You see the way she reacts…
She tries to hide the pain.
You see her tired expression…
She doesn’t sleep at night.
You see her arms slit up…
You know that she’s depressed.
You see her head notes, ‘To everyone…’
You know that she’s suicidal.
You see an ambulance drive by…
You wonder who’s inside.
You see she’s not at school the next day…
You hear she’s at the hospital.
You see her in the hospital bed…
She’s had her stomach pumped.
You see her note too late…
She’s already gone.
You see her coffin lowered into the ground…
And you wonder, ‘How can people be so cruel?’
You see a group of people crying…
They’re her family she left behind.
You see the same bullies cry…
Now it’s too late to say, ‘Sorry.’
You feel a tear roll down your face…
And you wonder, ‘What could I have done to help?’