A Girl Crying Poem by Sandra Wiebe

I see her crying
And I want to help
But somehow I can’t reach her
If only I can see the pain

She wants die alone
The gun in her hand
Is still warm from the blood
The pain is streaming out
Of her teenage senseless soul

The girl is crying
While her pain still runs out
Bit by bit she sees the depressed soul
Sneaking out of her body

The gun has fallen to the ground
As she is letting go
For one last time
She looks up

I can see that girl crying
It hurts me so much to see
That I can’t help her
Because mirrors don’t talk
And once and for all
She is gone.