Hollow cries
yelled from the pit
of her shallow soul
screaming to be heard
so she can get
a little extra attention
Her mother doesn't care
Her dad is to busy
Her grandmother
just is to frail
So here am I
to take up the slack
and give her the affection
misplaced by family
I care for her
and as I pull her close
it is apparent
she hasn't eatten for days
I can feel her ribs
behind them beats
her gentel heart
exhausted from the battle
she fights against
her own self
Her eyes are tired
and her spirit dampened
She is to far gone
I see her dying
just a little more
each day
And I feel her tears
againt my shoulder
as her finger bones
grasp at my arm
trying to save
whats left
of her ragged body
tears from an angle
that tears at my soul
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