She who's quiet all the time
But there are so many thoughts
consuming her mind.
She who is easily scared
But likes the darkness where
all of her secrets are shared.
She who is a catastrophe in reality
Yet in peace with her dreams
and out of this world fantasies.
She who is surrounded with people;
But her defenses are up; walls, high
Always have been scared to fall.
She who always try to understand;
Other people but never herself;
Now lost again and wants to be found.
She who knew what happiness like
Clouded by her own mistakes;
Fault and blame, that made her break.
She who needs someone
To sit with her in the darkness
Comforting words, waiting for the sun.
She, who wants to be seen
For who she really is,
To never give up and just believe.
She, the best she has ever been
Bright smiles and carefree laughs
She once had, now, slightly dim.
She, who wants to be fixed
Still trying on her own,
Still waiting to be held.
She, who desperately crying for help
A real mess inside her head;
Tears running, and now she sleeps.
Hoping it'll get better.