To Write Love

She does it,
But..
She doesn't want to.
Does she?

She feels like she needs to.
Its compulsive, addictive.
Just another part of the day.
But its not. It shouldn't be.

Oh, look what she's done.

The skin is marred,
Forever tainted.
See those purple marks?
All the way up to the elbow.

How far will this go?
Don't you know,
Its really a cry.
All she wants is help.

Help Me

All she wants
Is for someone
To reach out to her.
To ask her if she is okay.

Are you okay?
I'm fine.

She's not okay.
She is slowly dying.
In the dark corners of her bedroom,
She is quietly crying.

Shh.. it'll be okay

Is anyone listening?
Can't anyone see?

She's begging,
Although not with her lips.
It is silent.
She is pleading.

Please, please..

She doesn't want
To slowly waste away

She wants you to take her
Into the circle of your comforting arms,
And use them in turn
To Write Love On Her Arms.