Green eyeliner underlines the bruises
with eyes that lost sparkle and cuts that line her arms.
Sometimes I wonder if she'll ever love again.
She cries while she listens to Facedown
and tears streak my face when I see her alone.
'Reach out,' they tell me,
'be there for her when she needs you.'
She doesn't need me
I wished she wouldn't have to die alone
I wonder if it will come true.
She isn't okay, she's never okay
he's done it again, will he ever rest?
broken on the floor again.
I watch through the window
that separates her from me.
I know she'll be in my arms again
not soon, I hope, but I wonder when.