When she goes somewhere I cannot follow and blood is in her eyes

I am howling screaming with rage,
Point your small finger at your pain,
I will tear it to shreds, rip out its throat
And use its black blood as paint.
But you point at your head
And I crumple with nothing to offer
And no way to protect you
No way to save you.
Help me, help! Somebody save her,
Save me
For I know not how
I’m sorry.

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