she's got this journal filled with all her black ink guilt. and love is the only thing keeping her alive. she's got her mind made up that all she needs is love. her heart is the only thing helping her decide to breathe again.

& when she's tired she doesn't sleep. a week since I've seen her eat. she's skin and bones, she's beautiful no matter what. i wish i could help her see she means the world to me. but the world, it doesn't mean much to her.