She's Dying Inside
She sits there,
Across the room.
The expression on her face,
As if she was facing doom.
What is it now?
She always seems in pain,
She doensn't know joy.
That appears plain.
She cries herself to sleep,
She's dying to belong.
She always feels guilty,
Thinking she's done something wrong.
I try to help,
She turns away.
I leave her alone,
She asks me to stay.
She can't make up her mind.
She says she wants a friend,
But rejects all who come near.
Maybe it's all pretend.
Maybe she likes being alone,
There all by herself.
Or maybe she's afraid,
Of being forgotten like a doll on a shelf.
This may sound silly to you,
But not to me.
I was like her once,
But now I'm free.
I'm free from the guilt she feels,
Free from the pain she's putting herself through.
I feel sorry for her;
Don't you?
She isn't happy;
She doesn't trust.
She can't see a reason to go on,
But she must.
Can you see her?
Will you help her?
Won't you at least try?
Try to save her?
Save her from herself,
Before it's to late.
Help her live again.
Please don't wait.
You couldn't reach her;
Tried, but failed.
This is the end,
The end of her sad, sad tale.
Maybe 'she' is real,
Maybe 'she' is sitting across the room.
Go to her now,
Before comes her impending doom.
Maybe you know someone,
Someone who seems depressed.
Go to them, be their friend,
Show them they're blessed.
