the broken cry

through the dark, a small voice. there she sat broken. she tried to be herself, and was pushed away again, she had opened up again, not even all the way, and they turned her away. she was different. i told her that someday they will see her the way she truly is, beautiful, outgoing, fun-loving, energetic, bubbly, and everything else that could even begin to describe her. she looked at me with her lonely green eyes and said: " you lie. they will only push away again, they don't want me no one does. i'm unwanted here. unwanted by everyone... just go." another tear slides down her cheek and she just leans against the wall again, and shuts her eyes as more tears escape. i wish i could say more to her. but the depression and anxiety of life has nearly swallowed her whole. just barely is she still living. a tear runs down my cheek as i leave the room. i promise myself never to give up on her, i wont let her go, never will i let her go. she has so much, but she cant see it.