You say that you’re not over-stressed,
But I see the scars beneath your wrists,
The gaping holes inside your chest,
The bruises every doctor missed.

You promise me that you’re not hurting,
But the fire in your eyes is dead.
That fire once was always burning.
Now only snowdrifts fill your head.

You pinky swear that you are healthy,
But I see your body caving in.
Empty, hollow, sure but stealthy.
You’re letting all the nightmares win.

You’re singing loudly in the shower,
But you’re trying to wash away the past,
And forget when you lost all the power,
To love, and make the good times last.

You say it’s just the teacher’s bias,
But math was once your favorite class.
You’d solve each one with effort slightest,
Your solving now won’t let you pass.

Whisper that you’ll let me help you ,
We’ll break the clouds and find the stars.
It’s not too late for you to get through.
I’ll mend your heart and mend your scars.