I could have stopped her

I could have stopped her
I could have helped her
But I didn't.
I watched her so-called friends
Push her down
Down to the ground,
But I never stopped to help.
I watched her crawl
Into a little shell
Of solitude,
Drawing away from the rest of the world,
Slowly,
But I never thought of her pain.
I watched her get crushed
Under the feet she once treasured.
I saw her dying
On the inside,
Yet I never was by her side.
I never cared openly,
But somewhere inside me,
A little voice,
The voice of justice,
Was screaming at me.
"Help her! Help her!"
I should have listened before,
But hindsight is 20/20.
I never saw it coming,
That day.
The day she threw herself
From her tenth-floor balcony
And landed on the hard, flat cement.
The ambulances came,
But too late.
She was already dead.
"Why?" they asked.
I could've told them
Everything I saw,
But I didn't.
I knew why she had jumped,
Why she was so desperate to die.
She wanted to pain to end,
For death is sweet and painless
Compared to her life.
In death
She would no longer have to listen to cruel words,
To slaps in the face,
To evil schemes come true.
She liberated herself
From life's cruel embrace.
Now I wish
That I had stopped a moment
To talk to her,
To cheer her up.
That I had stopped a moment
And listened to that little voice
In my head.
I wish I had been her friend
Through such trying times.
Every night,
I revisit her death in my dreams.
I think about how her world must have been.
How much pain she was in.
I think of her all the time,
Of the pain she endured.
Of how she finally caved
Under the strength of the girls
Who tormented her.
Now whenever I see someone being picked on,
I intervene.
I stop the girl's pain in that moment
And I stand up to
The evil Empresses.
But I know I am too late,
And I will always be too late.
I will always regret not saving her.
It will haunt me;
For the entirety of my existence.
I could have saved her,
I really could've,
But I didn't.