You couldn't understand the tears she shed,
Nor could you possibly fathom why she was crying in the first place.
When she was in despair, you were as well,
So instead of looking over herself she tried to attend to you.
She tried so hard to make you happy...
Even though she failed at achieving happiness herself.
It wasn't a question of right or wrong,
There wasn't even an answer for the question she asked.
All she needed was that person.
The one to hold her when she cried,
Who told her every time that it would be okay.
One person to talk to.
Even the person she would talk to about her past.
That's all she wanted from that person.
It didn't matter anymore.