A Guy Once Wrote: "Dedicated to a Girl"

Her eyes, so empty.
Yet her mind is so full and thoughtful.
Her pain surely shows,
And yet I watch her in envy.
She apologizes for her silent words:
Her powerful, emotional, truthful words.
She is pessimistic, negative, and low about herself.
However, I still feel this way for her.
I love her.
I could never hate her.
She’s wonderful.
How could I not care.
So much emotions held deeply in me.
And for her, this one person.
I wish to only make her smile.
To make her happy would be the world to me.
She is a quiet work of art that I wish to understand.
But still, I feel like I cannot take away the pain.
Take away her sorrow.
Take away the fear.
And instead of her faking her happiness…
I want to give her real happiness.
But I still can’t be the person she needs.
I still can’t save her.
So what does that make me?
Worthless?
Perhaps so.
My only wish is for me to be the one.
The one who can do everything to make her world happy.
My wish… is the one thing I cannot fulfill.
I can’t save anyone.
I’m not god.
So what is the point.