Apathetic

Look...
Brown eyes bloodshot and glazed.
She's been crying.
Silver streaks still stain her face.
Dried evidence of saline pain.
Do you see it?
Can you feel the salt burning behind her lids?

Look...
Soft lips half parted in a wordless plea.
She's been shouting.
Her anguished cries still echo in her soul.
Even when her very voice goes silent.
Do you hear it?
Can you feel the skin inside her throat grow raw?

Look...
Bloodied hands extended out.
She's been reaching.
Trying to touch what she can't see.
And searching for what she can't scream.
Do you like it?
Can you bear to see her crawling blindly in the dark?

Will you help her up?
Will you wipe her eyes and clean her wounds?
Will you save her?

Look...
Brown eyes staring out unseeingly.
She's been broken.
Her soft lips cease to speak.
Her hurt hands no longer reach.
Did you want this?
Could you have stopped it if you tried?

If you had picked her up.
If you had dried her eyes and healed her wounds.
You could have saved her.