Alone

The wind whispers, it knows the truth. The stars
Watch; Someone crying, yet they know not why
The grass feels her tears, but quivering sigh.
Wind blows stronger taking her words to cars
But still they speed by. Only the wind pays
Attention. "I'm all alone," she whispers.
Music, turn it up. No one cares. Helpers
Busy, one girl, they can't hear her. More days,
More cries, the wind carries her words, still no
Attention is paid. Windows are all closed,
Blocking the sound. Screams now silent, only
The stars can see her pain, fears alone show
At night. No one sees, no questions are posed
Too busy; distracted; bind. So lonely.