Broken

She sits there,silently.
Choking on tears as she breaks down.
The world taunts her as it spins. Broken.
She sobs in secret at what her life could be.
If only,if only.
Why won't anyone reach out to her?
Why won't anyone love her,cherish her?
Someone does.
She just doesn't know.
She looks to people to fill her needs.
They won't.They can't.
The razor calls sweetly,seductively.
She begs for release,for relief.
She won't find it there.
Broken.
Her heart snaps in two,the blade still calls.
Will anyone care if she falls?
He will.
She just doesn't know.
So who will tell her?
Anyone,anywhere?
Will we walk by blindly as she sinks further into the pit of despair,of depression,of hopelessness?
Or will we reach out to her,cry with her,care for her?
It's your call.
Will you care for the broken things the world has left behind?
He did.