NinjaFox40

Whimsical words carried on a whispering wind. She pleaded with her chances,         Broke down in the end. Couldn't make anybody listen,         Nobody cared. She was alone now,         And couldn't repair.

I watched the walls, As they crumbled and died. Goodbye. Here I am.

She's slipped again. "I'm getting better." Purging and little blue, What should I do? Slipping further away, A downward spiral, An empty shell. Why can't she see she's loved? She keeps pushing me away, I just want to help. Why won't she let me?

Over and Over, The words of the older. Respected or Feared? This question unanswered, Waiting for the days, Days when words go better unspoken. Holding images in the mind, Trying to cover up the wrong. Hoping never to find the day, The day when someone comes to harm. Hiding yourself, For fear of being judged. Wanting to help but not knowing how. Trying to comfort others , When all you want to do, Is just cry in pain. Folding in on yourself. Putting up a constant mask. Acting out your days, Only living in the nights. You don't want anyone to know, That you're just trying to be strong. For the others around you, Nothing i