Do not blame yourself for her undoing, You are not at fault for the uneasiness in her brain, the poison that has seeped into her skull. You’ve plucked the thorns from her bleeding hands, taken the blades from her skin. Comforting words have been offered, Your warm smiles hardly ever returned. She continues to dwell in a dark place, Giving you only brief moments of light. Please do not blame yourself for her undoing, how can you expect to help someone who does all they can to hide their demons?