"I'm perfectly fine"* is what she says.
While seeing becomes less and less.
"Passive aggressive, that's what she is",
But she just truly has a wish.

A wish to end all that she fears,
a wish to take away the tears.
The tears that never seem to fall,
yet pain  in masses seem to call.

A wish to say all that she can,
with nothing there she can offend.
To offend a person, a friend, or group
Will forever keep her from the loop.

A wish to feel safe and sound,
so even alone she can be brave and proud.
Of what she is and what she's done,
and all the voices she has sung.

There is one hope she has held onto,
but one I fear will break her too.
She must be strong just in case,
That last hope was simply a waste.

My own wish is she'd find succession,
to guide her away from her depression.
I see it tearing her heart to pieces,
while she remains standing speechless.

**Of all the things she's ever wished,
the last I dream she will accomplish.