...

The hallways are crowded; yet lonely.

She goes unnoticed, even with the pain

vibrant on her face.

Her broken heart screams as the scars

on her wrist weep.

No one can see what goes on behind

those closed doors..

No one but Him; who sees a light in her.

Who can save her..

But he is just another bystander.

Watching her crumble.