She - 6/10/05

She is furthest from those closest, But she can never figure out why, If she hides in her bedroom to cry. She says she knows what love is, Wonder why she loves no one else, Including the select few she tells. She has been hurt too many times, Even though it's her own choice, To live humbly without a voice. She is going through depression, The past always makes her frown, Forgotten skeletons hold her down. She denies the guilty conscience, Only God knows what she did wrong, The lies don't help get it gone. She is terrified of opening up, Worried of someone getting close, It is way too painful she knows. She is afraid I know the truth, The one thing that will destroy, A little girl and this young boy. She wants to kill me in my sleep, Slowly, quietly take my breath, Take the only thing I have left. She doesn't know her own worth, Thinking she's easy to replace, When she puts her life to waste. She is simply a work in progress, That may be impossible to finish, Before one of us will diminish.