-I see you every day in your radiant beauty. Walking down the halls with your coal black hair swinging back and forth, or at your locker hunched to protect yourself. I know you don’t see me and I know you wouldn’t give me a second glance, but I see you. You walk as though you have been broken more than once and I just want to fix you, I want to make you whole again. As you pass by I even notice the scars on the inside of your left forearm, the place you thought you hid pretty well. I just want to tell you everything will be okay, but I can’t promise a happy ending. However, no matter how much pain you go through, I’ve noticed how well you keep yourself collected around your friends. You even smile for them, and what a smile it is at that. With your perfectly straight white teeth and nearly invisible dimple on your left cheek. Today I noticed that even the little happiness you could muster around your friends has gone. The slight light in your eyes (at least what was left) has dwindled away. Any trust for anyone or anything has also left you. Seeing you like this, alone and broken, hurts my heart.