help.

a little girl,
lost will to breathe.
she uses that knife,
to find relief
she hates her life,
and can't keep a smile.
she's wasting away,
finding it harder to hide.
she knows she needs help,
but could never ask.
she's running out of strength,
she'll never last.
every day,
she hides her pain.
it takes all her strength,
not to walk away.
she stays up late crying,
until she finally falls asleep.
she doesn't dream.
she comes home,
can't find the knife.
she sits alone
in the dark and cries.
she sees her sister come in,
screams GO AWAY,
wipes her eyes.
her sister hugs her,
lets her cry in her arms, "i know everything,
i saw the scars,
i took the knife.
i love you sis,
don't ruin your life
like this."
this depressed girl smiles.
and for the first time in a while,
she finds peace.
she finally sees,
someone is there.
she stops the tears,
dries her eyes,
slowly gives up that knife.
finally that girl can say,
"I'm okay."