Can you? (A poem)

Can you?

Can you hear it?

Can you smell it?

Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

Then it must be.

I can hear the silent sobs
from the girl next door.
Can her family not?
Do they not realize
what is barely hanging
from a thread?

I can smell the fear
from the girl next door.
Can her family not?
Do they not realize
what is barely hanging
from a thread?

I can see the blood
from the girl next door.
Can her family not?
Do they not realize
what is barely hanging
from a thread?

I can feel the pulse
from the girl next door.
Can her family not?
Do they not realize
what is barely hanging
from a thread?

She did not know
that I was there.
She merly thought.
Thought she was alone.

It must have been real.
I am at her funeral now.
There her mothers cries.
There her brothers hides.
There her fathers battle.
There her sister dies.

Her mothers criy,
for a daughter lost.

Her fathers battle,
within themselves.

Her brothers hide,
the smell of drugs.

Her sister dies,
from the loss.
The loss of the only
thing she had.

I can. Can you?

?You don?t know what goes on in anyone?s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person?s life, you?re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can?t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person?s life, you?re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.?
? Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

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