Her Problem

Thin scars
Etched into pale skin
Reveal the extent
Of her problems

Such a thin veneer
To the extent of being clear
Can't you see the loneliness
Covering front to rear?

Misery is her friend
Pain her bedmate
Could you perhaps
See what I hear?

Nighttime is the worst
At least for me it's so
I guess I suppose
It is for others also

Just now I notice
Those thin pink scabs
Criss-crossing her wrist
As physical evidence of
Her problem