Watching Her Fading Poem by lala rain

i can hear her soft heart
beating in her chest,
kinda like mine
when i'm put to the test,
i feel so useless
because her life is such a mess.

i can feel her pain
whenever she touches my hand,
like icey snow
in hot summer sand
a girl lost in a world
of other people's demands

i can see her face
in the dark as i sleep,
now haunted by her
secret that i keep,
and still not knowing
why she cuts herself so deep.