There's Silence in Solitude

Who is the person sitting alone?
Is she even known?
Why ... does the pretty girl,
with dirty blonde hair, sit in despair?
Alone,
with no person who cares?
With cuts up her arm,
that nobody sees?
Listen to that girl ...
Wait, she speaks?
Tell her you're there.
And never let go,
through high and through low.
Please...
Would you keep her so?