If only they had left her alone. Let her keep freeing her pain. Then maybe ending it wouldn’t be on her mind as much. She never wanted to die when she cut but now? It seems like the only possibility. If it ever comes to that. No one sees her the way they used to. Not strong and surely not someone that could help them. They would feel bad for putting their problems on her. Maybe that’s what she needs. Now more than ever. Something, everything to put her mind off of her mind.
The colors in the darkened sky tease her. They know nothing of life. All they do is stay there and give comfort to all people who are lost. They guide them back to the people who love them. Yet, no comfort comes her way. No guide back to those people. All she sees when she looks at them is jealousy. The sky and the stars and the moon know their place in this world. They know what their job is and they do it so well. They can guide a lost sailor or hiker home to people who love them. They can provide that small shiver of light to lost child in the woods. But for her they seem to stop and watch. Like with her they don’t know what to do. So, all night they watch her cry alone in the corner. Sometimes when they can no longer watch the sorrow she brings to the sky with her eyes they let go of their pain and rain down embracing her with their tears.
