I see you standing there, my precious child, but they will not let me come to you.
I see the tears falling from your face, and they will not let me near you.
I cringe as I watch you rip into your flesh, and they will not let me help.
I try to cover my eyes as you vomit out your life, and they still make me stay away.
They called the day they found you hanging from the rope, now they let me through.
They need me to bury you.
