Forty pasts twenty two p.m.

Forty pasts twenty two p.m.
She send a message to her love, then to me.
She was alone.
She bought sleeping drugs.
She received a phone call from a man.
Not from her love, but from her boy friend.
He was afraid.
He expected it.
She said, "You're silly man."
She said to me, she had done very bad things to her love.
She screamed.
Might have helped, Could have helped if the phone call was her father.
He saved her until she became matured.
Please, embrace her.
Please, be with her pain.