You Cannot Save the Lifeless

A Poem by AMP

Will you fail to save her? A poem that tells a sad, dark story.

You see her sitting there,
And she looks so shy to you.
Hidden behind her hair,
She is crawling away from the world.
As you get a little closer,
You see the scars along her arm.
You thought that you could hold her,
But she's a ticking time bomb.

She won't accept your pity.
She tells you to go to hell.
You tell her that she's pretty,
But really she looks dead.
Though if you looked much deeper,
Her eyes would tell a story.
Her body, a shell, a keeper
For a soul that is bound to fly.

Rebel black is all she wears.
She hopes to fade to gray and white.
Unheard by shut off ears,
She will go where she can fight.
A voice that is not heard,
Is all that she's become.
If she has no place of release,
She is afraid that she'll blow up.

You think that you can use her,
So small and self-deprecating,
But she gets the point out now.
She will be no one's little toy.
There is something wound within her.
She'll be letting it out soon.
And if you ever hurt her,
You will be sorry later on.

There is so much behind her gaze of sorrow.
So much more than anger and self-pity.
No others care to know,
All assuming she's just crazy.
Do you really want to help her?
Will you offer any hope?
No one said you have to love her,
But she'll trust you once you're close.

A friend is all she needs.
Someone to patch up re-opened wounds.
She has cried out all her tears,
And is losing all her youth.
Help her live again.
Let her pass a smile through you.
Help her touch the world
Before she leaves the earth.

You do not truly see her pain,
But it's true, you didn't judge her.
Underestimation was a mistake,
And now she's falling under.
You gave her dry laughter,
And no reason to return it.
You you gave her dead feelings,
And she could not put life into them.

You try to play her feelings,
But she's not as gullible as that.
Your love could only be healing,
Yet you take and don't give back.
Push her anymore,
She will slip off of the edge.
You are opening the door,
And you give up the chance to shut it.

So she stands tall upon her mountain.
In her maniacal thoughts she rises high.
She is finally speaking out
As she demonically clutches the knife.
You want to run and save her,
But you're frozen in your place.
Those cold, dead feelings keep you there.
Regret the game you tried to play?

A cut upon her wrist.
A troubled sigh as life flows out.
You denied her the one small gift,
For which she was holding out.
So she drains the spirit from her shell,
And rises to her maker.
Leaving you to tell,
How you failed to save her.

Now you sit alone,
Hoping to fade to gray and white,
Till they carry you to that home
With padded walls and artificial light.
Then one day you will meet her,
Choked with flames, it is too late.
Now you have equally lifeless feelings,
And you burn with her in peace.

October 22, 2010