Whose that girl

Whose that girl crying there in that bed
lieing there fetal with a duvet over her head
the whole bed shaking as shes wracked with tears
her heads filled with her darkest deepest fears

cowering away under the safety of her quilt
there on her pillow is where the tears are spillt
doing the same thing she did when she was a child
trying to remember the when last time she smiled

i want to go over to her wipe her leaking eyes
want to soothe her and stop her pitiful cries
what i see in front of me is such a familiar scene
but its not something I'm watching on a TV screen

this girl is alone she has no friends to call
she feels so alone no love around her at all
but yet there is one friend, one friend she needs
except this friends watches when she bleeds

she wishes someone would just give her a break
then maybe she could get rid of this ache
the ache in her arm the ache her heart
the ache in her head just tears her apart

this is to much i cant look any more
i turn around and walk out the door
the sobbing doesn't lessen its so hard to see
that even i have walked out on me!