Everyday looking at her is like looking at a used punching bag...
I try to help. But I can't stand but just stare.... At this useless beat person.
If you can even call her that. I try and I try and TRY to help her. But my help is nothing but a simple thought to her. One day maybe she will stand up for herself. One day on a dark morning.
And suddenly bright like a lightbulb.