Fly on the wall

I see you.
Can you see me?
I hear you.
Can you hear me?

I watch you when you want to cry.
I watch you when you want to die.
I hear you when you scream his name.
I hear you when you scream in pain.

“Who will save me?”
“I will.” I whisper.
“Who can help me?”
“I can.” I call.

In real life I’m nothing.
I’m just a fly on the wall.
Watching.
Enduring.