A Poem for the Dead Girl

Exactly what the title says

They're walking past you,
Slowly fading away
You barely notice them
But listen to what they say

"Save us, we need you.
Peel away our masks
Don't leave us in dark
Please notice us"

It's barely audiable
You can't quite hear it
"Save us," they whisper
You're losing it, bit by bit

They're reaching to you
With pale, dead hands
Their rsoy cheeks pale
"Notice us," they whisper