Numbers

Location

Why couldn’t I see it?

She was hurting. She was screaming

And I couldn’t hear her cries.

I could have stopped her.

 

They don’t know.

She’s just a statistic to them.

She’s one of the 30,000.

No name, just a number.

 

Why didn’t I listen?

Maybe, just maybe

If I had opened my ears

I could have stopped her.

 

They have no idea.

She was more, she was so much more

Than just the one in that 16.2 minutes

But to them she is a number

 

My fault

If I had just listened, maybe...

Guilty

If I had just heard then…

I am broken

I am cold

I am alone

 

And now what is left

Numbers

Numbers

Numbers

 

To them she is nothing but a number

A statistic

An unfortunate fact

So cruel and harsh, the truth

 

She had a name

Even if no one will remember tomorrow

She had a name

But all you see are numbers

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Comments

savigirl14

Please don't blame yourself. The fact that you care about them that much is a great thing.

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