Stood here? Gaped at them? Been a spectator to their eyes swelling up after shedding gallons of tears? Seen their bodies wither away like the happiness in their smile? Watched their soul shatter to pieces, while they tried to fix it again?
What have I done to help those bleeding souls?
Felt their cold hearts turn colder? Lent an ear to hear their soul weeping? Promised them to be by their side, always, unlike their hopes and dreams, which lay broken on the ground?
Yes I did; I did stretch out my arm to clasp their hands tighter than their fears and insecurities; I did sing lullabies to hush their anxieties to sleep; I did stretch out my hand.
But how wrong I was; I did not realise thatβ they never needed the sympathy I bestowed upon them, all they needed wasβ love.