When Are You Coming Back?

The person I knew is no longer you.
I comforted. I cared.
But all you do is cry and sit there.

I ask if there’s anything I can do,
I defend you in your time of need.
Although all you do is look up and say ‘let me be’.
You try to be something your not,
We all tell you to stop!

You smile only comes in smirks,
not genuine like they were before.

All you do is look as if you’re dying inside,
but once again I ask what wrong.

Another dense mistake....

We’ve seen that
dark,
bloody,
gash
that grew deep inside.

I’ve tried to tape it closed,
but you don’t want it to go.
I miss our old gal,
Our happy,
preppy girl.

We wonder where she went,
and if she’ll come home.