Reach

Reaching and reaching and reaching,
Like the rays of the sun,
Stretching to lengths that weren't possible,
Reach once more,
And slowly falling,
Down to a bottomless bit.

So dark and cold,
Eyes not opening,
Breath shallow and disappearing,
Stay asleep,
Glass broken,
No longer fixable.

Hair dirty and dingy,
Skin marred with scars and bruises,
Self abuse has taken its toll,
Sweatshirts covering a shameful past,
Suicide is still the option.

No one there,
No one smiling,
No one to help,
No one to reach with,
No one.