The Girl

Everyday i see her face,
White, cold, and broken,
The poor girl is losing all grace,
And nobody seems to notice.

Everyday i see her pain,
Numbness has taken over,
They think that she has gone insane,
And she just wonders why,

Everyday i see her bruises,
Blue, purple, and black,
Now she still refuses,
And peers can only whisper.

Everyday for the past three years,
She is what i saw,
Sadness and misery brought her to tears,
And i didnt say a word.

Everyday i wonder why,
She wasnt there that day,
I sat down that night and really cried,
Her parents said she had died.

Everyday i think about it,
I wish i would have known,
I wish i knew it got that bad,
To think i could have saved her.