Elezabeth Ii

Your pain is my pain, I wish it all was mine. I can only hope that your misery will dissolve with time. I have watched you sink to nothing, laying in your bed. Your voice grows more silent, till just you singing in my head. There behind her locked door she is to miserable to let me in. She lies alone and withers away, with out her dearest friend. I wish I could bring her back and take away her sickness soon. If I could cure her then I could get back the friend that I once knew.