3 October 2018
I can sense pain and sadness in your gestures.
A badly hurt feeling of emotional torture.
I can smell gloom in the deepness of your soul.
Nothing we could do but pray for an early cure.
I can see the past of breakdown in your eyes.
A hidden agenda of truth behind your lies.
I can feel the aching heart even if you deny.
Nothing we could do even how hard we cry.
Nothing we could do with all the failures of you.
Nothing we could do but wish that it wasn’t true.
If only you have told me of what you’ve been through,
It could have been better even if there’s nothing we could do.