I see you crying,

I hear you dying.

I will try to help you,

If you don’t push me away.

I see you smiling,

I hear you piling,

Excuses into your head.

I worry from a distance,

And ignore your insistence,

That everything is okay.

In the end,

You die,

And I cry.

But you would not accept my help,

And for that you may go to hell.