Transparent Glass

You see her laying on the ground
Attempting not to utter the simplest sound
You see her in her fragile frame
Attempting not to show pain
What do you do when you see her down?
You sit and watch as she drowns
Your black soul doesn't hear her screams
Of sufferings, that haunt even her
Simplest dreams
You walk right by
Sometimes not even a simple glance her way
You have nothing to say
To the girl of transparent glass





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