She

Can she look at her wrist and wonder what its like to be that type of person. Can she look at her skin and see others pictures in her mind. Deep in depression she sees your explanation how many times must she tell you she's okay. Deep in her life she runs through the woods holding back your love. She sees your sad remarks and when you try to touch her arms she looks at you with snarky look and tells you to just go away. With her hand dripping in blood she looks at you and says your not enough. I look at her with a grin trying to hold back every tear from dipping down her chin. She looks at me and says goodbye as she tries to keep from crying. 

 
For a little sister