He never saw her skin,
Porcelain and pure with scars running up and down them.
Never did he ask her why.
He never saw her frown,
If he did then it was a mistake and never said a word.
He never asked her why,
His problems seemed to be bigger than her's.
He never held her close,
His friends were always near, no time for affection.
He always said later when problems arrised.
He never knew she had died, inside not out.
He never asked her Why
So why did he come back?!
He never cared, only was afraid of being alone,
He never asked her Why
So she decided to die
Not a tear was shed for the girl who was blinded.
Blinded by love,
Blinded by her emotions,
Blinded by his problems,
Blinded by the unspoken question...
**Why