It doesn't matter if she has her eyes open or closed
                                                  She'll always see the same darkness

She sits patiently
            waiting for the sadness to **** her

I ask why she cannot find a way to smile.
                                  Why she won't let me love her

"I don't love me,
                 and that's how I understand why you don't either."

I stay silent.. waiting
                 Wishing she could see.

Why don't you accept compliments, I asked
                                      Reaching to touch her, to love her..

"They make me feel like I'm being lied to"
                                          Her hand reaches for me.

We touch, her hand as cold as her mind.
                                              I wish to warm her

The only warmth I can give,
                                   is to myself.

I turn away from her,
            turn the light off...
                        and realize the girl was merely me...