For I can not bare to see you in this pain.
You do not recognise it.
I do.
I see your tears.
I hear your cries.
But there is nothing I can do.
The wind howels in my ear.
Through my mind the cold shrieks blow.
Haunting.
Taunting.
Making a fool of me.
For I want to help.
But I am with out the knowledge.
Don't wither away, my dear.
Live.
Seek help.
For seeing a friend in pain only kills me more.
And I am already dead in many ways.
In my mind I cry out.
For I can not bare to see you in this pain.