It kills me how you feel right now.
I don’t know how to save you but I see you.
Silently falling.
And you think no one hears you.
But I hear the silent screams in your saddened eyes.
In the way your jaw is clenched
While you bite your lip, so hard I see blood I think
A little bit.
And your eye lids sit a little lower across
Vacant windows to your soul,
And you think that I don’t know.
But I see those purple bruises beneath your eyes,
Which are set a fraction of an inch deeper in your head
Then they were before now.
That’s just how you look at 4;00 A.M
When the sound of your own thoughts are too loud.
And I know you’re not proud
Of anything when you cast your eyes down,
And won’t speak a word to me.
The colors in your eyes change
When you hide your pains in blind rage,
And your perfect red hair is disheveled
Where your fist clinched tighter thinking
If you try hard enough you will surely pull
These thoughts from your head.
And sleep doesn’t exist here.
Your voice gets deeper, when you’re sad
When you’re tired. And I can’t be there to help you
And its 4:00 A.M and I keep thinking
About everything you said,
And you’re perfect. red. hair.
Blank stare, broken dread,
Washing my face looking in a mirror
At purple bruises and  sleepless vacant eyes.
I see you right there,
And I stare for hours at my bedroom wall
I see you there.
It kills me how you feel right now.