Winry Rockbell:
Window
I look out of the window
watching
waiting
wondering
are they alive?
hurt?
where are they?
why can i only wait?
not even able to pick up the peices
torn
broken
sharp
but i would
if they would let me
i would
Cut myself on the torn peices
of their life.
if they would let me.
why won't they
let me
let me
please.