Spectator

Standing in line,
to see this show tonight,
I grip my ticket so hard it tears.
As I hand it in,
I take a seat.
A spotlight illuminates you so,
the light bouncing off your skin,
making you oh-so-pallid.
Performing for me,
an audience of one,
I begin to make out the sequence of your life....

As turmoil rears its ugly head,
I wish to intervene.
My distant sister,
My best friend,
I despise the tragedy that tears at your being.
And when you just can't take it anymore,
And the needle full of false promise enters your vein,
I fall to my knees on the unforgiving floor,
And cry the sadness out in pain.
I watched the threads of you begin to tear,
I watched you wonder if they even care.
And at this climax,
This godforsaken turning point,
I watch them look away,
ignore your cry for help.
I want to scream at them,
all the emotion you told me.
But I cannot help.
For I am but a spectator....

Author's Note

Yeah I know the first rhyming part kinda sucks.... =(