Inside me the tears spurt...

Inside me the tears spurt,

When you suffer your battles; brutally hurt,

I look at you, curled in pain,

Those needles inside you, pricked my veins...

Your eyes that always sparkle,

Closed, tired, half parted...

Felt like carrying you to a world,

Where pain and worries yet to unfold.

Whatever I lament, is of no use,

Your pain, I can't bear for you.
Head bent, ashamed I left,
For not helping a friend in distress.