Nervous,
Scared,
Frightened,
And alone.
Physical,
Emotional,
Mental,
And alone.
Exhausted,
Dying,
Destroyed,
And alone.
Frustrated,
Angry,
Tormented,
And alone.
Drowning,
Swinging,
Bleeding,
And alone.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone,
And still breathing.

The marks on her soul
and countless scars on her body
could not do a thing to taint his view.

When he saw her, he really did see her;
he saw her flaws, her insecurities, everything,
and yet still loved her.

She didn't understand how that was possible,
how someone could love her wholly,
and so she denied it, refused to accept it.

She pushed him away, shot down his compliments,
she built up a wall and locked him out of her heart
even though her entire body screamed for his.

The day finally came when all she wanted to do was give up,
and he could tell that something was wrong,
so he did his best to bring her back into this world.

But nothing he could do, not a word he could say,
could save her from her own mind,
and so instead she wasted away, and left him.

She couldn't stop it, couldn't change her fate,
even the happiest thought could not make her feel any better,
and that last day of hers was the best of her life.

It's so strange how you can be so close to someone
but they don't know you at all,
even though they think that they do!
And then you can be just as close to another
and they know your deepest struggles,
the secrets of your past and present.
Two friendships, two people,
but two completely different relationships:
one shallow, just on the surface,
the other deeper than anyone can imagine, penetrating your entire life.

I wonder if --
this world is all we have?
If we really tried,
could we not find something else out there?

I wonder if --
it will always be like this?
If we wanted to,
could we not stop all the evil, deaths, and broken hearts?