She called, you know,
To God, His Angels,
Heaven.
To mommy and daddy,
The Devil, his demons,
Anyone,
Anything.
Anything that could help,
She called,
Called for help,
Help that never came.
But now we sit,
You and I,
We point, we whisper,
And her? Well…
Heaven only knows.
The pain,
The memories,
Shame.
Could've been you that heard,
Me that helped.