Do not ask her
Why she is crying,
For if you knew,
Then you would cry, too.
Do not ask her
How to fix this,
For she does not know,
What to do or where to go.
Do not ask her
What is broken inside,
For her friend says
To pick up the pieces.
Do not ask her
What she has to say,
For her voice is faded,
And she wants to be dead.
Do not ask her
Where the blood flows, red,
For her strength is not enough,
And her heart cannot hold love.
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