She is I, I am she

She treads on blue-green waters
Her eyes the color of spring
Only thing she wears
Is the tattered white dress
Her mother made her
Her eyes hide the demons of her dark past
She does not cry
Because her tears have dried and slowly died in those blue-green waters
Her lips once full and beautiful
Now chapped and sore
From all the kisses never shared
Her heart bleeds from all the pain of heart break
She is alone in the darkness
She whispers to No One,
"Why do I feel as if the wind can rip right through me?"
She is I
I am she
Now, you tell me
Will you save me?