overdue poem.

how many have said they were there when she needed them?
how many really had to be?
only one.
who was the one who never could hear her?
who was never there?
the same.
and who hurt her the worst of all?
and who wont even speak to her?
who distances themself from her
and wont listen to what she has to say?
Who seemed a little unphased by everything?
Who clearly didn't truely care?

Who the hell are you to trick someone like that?
Who do you think you are?

There are songs that she'll never hear the same.
There things that she'll never think clearly again.

Sometimes you have to bite the bullet and listen to her cry.
Then you say something to fix it. To make it all better.
For the time being at least.
You don't pacify and make an excuse to not speak.

MRS 5/29/07