This is for the ones who we cannot figure out
Because the horror runs deep within their viens
We don't know their story
It is too gruesome to tell
Their eyes glaze over 
And they no longer smile
Or Speak
We can only watch them
As they decay 
And wish that we could
Listen to their thoughts
See what they have seen
Because if you love them
It could be creuler than death
Waiting for an answer 
To a question
While not knowing
If it can ever be answered
Watching someone who
You know turn into something
That you cannot accept. 
But time does not stand still
And hope does not run dry 
If possibility is still an option,
As it almost always is,
So we Wait for that 
something that we
Want, because it 
is our Wish.