She was never seen,

But she was always watched.

She was only sixteen,

When she felt the world crushed.

They only turned a blind eye.

They have never seen her cry,

They only watched her eyes that are not dry.

She always does her best in trying,

But no one sees although everyone's watching.

No one sees her moving,

They'll only watch when she's sleeping,

Then tell her that she's good for nothing.

They keep watching,

But don't really know what's happening,

Because no one's asking.

Only if they see her dying,

Will they just keep watching?

Or finally, do something?