The cuts are red as she goes to bed and when she woke they were all healed up.
But sadly her insides are as black as they were before she slept.
And her skin as white as a ghost's, she is almost invisible to herself.
She smiles and laughs as if it's okay, but she's worse everyday.
Each and everyday harder than the last, but "it's okay" she says.
"Nothing."
"I'm fine."
I'm falling apart Is what she thinks as the tears are shed.