sometimes i would find her;
curled in a ball,
music leaking from the earbuds im her ears,
her hands tearing at her hair,
muttering to herself under her breath,
she didn't know i was there
until,
of course
i sat in bed with her
she stayed in her ball
and i knew
i had to get her out of it
i did all i knew that would help
and eventually,
after awhile,
and some prying
she was sprawled out on the bed,
head on my chest,
and breathing even;
but her face
was still ******* up
in a worried state,
but i had gotten used to it,
thats how her face usually was