Lonely

She's always there for others
She's always been there for me,
But inside she's breaking up.
I can see from the outside,
See the pieces falling away.
I want to say, "I'm there for you"
Like she says for me
But Iâm afraid
To ask what's wrong,
But will she choose to say "Nothing"?
Like she does almost all the time?
Isn't there something I can do?
I see the things she writes
The feelings are there
Stripped of a protective layer,
How can I unveil her to her fears?
I know how it feels
No one sees me
I'm all alone, can I disappear?
Will anyone look for me?
She keeps it bottled up.
Doesn't tell a soul.
Well, not me...
I want to help!
Why can't I just bust in?
And drag her back to the real world?
Help her come face-to-face with everything?
Why, why not?
I cannot invade.
I watch, and my heart breaks.
The sadness creeps over her astonishing pretty face
I can't stand to see that face
Molded into a mask of hate and sadness.
She's new in a sense
An outsider for the first time
And so much doesn't make sense.
She's clinging to me,
I can't turn her away,
But where can she turn?
There isnât anything left.
I can't explain.
Will she ever see this?
And know how much I care for her?
And love her?
I hope not, and yet I hope so.
Will she know?
She knows the language of poetry
That is how she lets it go,
But to others she writes
And can convince then of happiness
Leaving only traces of things
Longingly so far out there
Things she thinks she'll never see.
Help.
It's one small word
Yet does so much good.
If only she would let someone in.
I've seen the marks
Of hardship and hate
Applied to herself
Ones she almost can't deny
On the outside she can
But to her they are there forever
Marks of the loss of innocence
And the infliction of pain that makes life bearable.
Why can't I get in there?
Get her out?
I am afraid.
Too afraid.