who stopped long enough to listen,
and heard what was so terribly wrong.
She cries for the soul she touched,
who touched her,
and fears she won't ever again.
She cries,
bleeding and screaming,
for all the things she's not,
can't or won't be.
She cries,
fearing this is all she will ever know,
be or hear.
She cries,
pleading for it to be different,
knowing rest can only be found when she opens her eyes.
