Withered

You could tell she was depressed, or at least I could tell. It was all in her subtleties. The way she would sigh. The way she covered her face with her hair. The way her eyes would always have an empty look to them. She was a very fragile girl, which was unfortunate for her, because in this world fragility is not an option. I think we were similar in all the wrong ways too. We both needed help, we both thought too much, we both let the world eat us up, but it gobbled her up first. I've been kinda lost ever since she died, though I didn't even know her that well to be honest.