you see her life wither day after day,
As she cries out for help.
You see her emotions,
As she longs to feel.
You see her sitting alone at lunch,
As she's needing a friend.
You see her in the hall with her head hung low,
As she waits for her death,
You see her as you stand ther,
But YOU do nothing.
YOu have a choice to help her,
But you don't.
You could tell someone,
But aparently you're too scared.
You could at least talk to her,
But that would take too much time out of your busy
schedule.
You have the choice,
But will you take it?