Help her

A lonely girl hides in the dark
but only I can hear her cry
She's sick of always answering
all their questions to why

Her wrists are cut and bleeding
Her eyes are cold and gray
I wish that I could help her
I wish there was something I could say

I lean in close to help her
I have to save her fast
I reach my hand out to touch her
But my hand is stopped by glass

I know I have to save her
But this is my worst fear
Instead of touching a lonely girl
My fingers just streak a mirror