Forest: More angst. Shush, school is depressing.

She’s Dying,

And no one’s crying,

There’s no one there beside her,

To hold her hand,

She can’t go on,

She’s lost the will to be strong,

And he doesn’t see,

That it’s all his fault,

He could save her life,

If he could abandon his pride,

And raise a hand,

To stay the knife.