I look into her eyes and hear her soul screming.
I hear her demons telling her millions of reasons.
I look at her smile and hear it saying help me.
I hear the voices telling her to jump off the highest tree.
The voice of a child trapped deep with in,
told me she was sorry but she never could win.
I heard a story of a knife that covered her skin,
I heard her plead how bad she sinned.
I tried to help her hear that god will soon take over.
I helped her hear the words he once had spoken .
I heard her laughter and her smile.
I heard her
say she planned on staying for a while.
C.S.
