The words she sings as she listens to her endless playlist of songs speak to me, they tell me she's hurt and although I can't hear all of them when I'm in the corner of the room thrown under a few shirts with my pages pushed together, what I do hear is enough, and what I hear is her singing sad songs,
Maybe she likes them because they make her feel less lonley..
I hear her cry as she sings, I wish she would cry as she reads me, reads my story, I want to see her again, it's been weeks since she's touched the spine of me and the thin sheets I am.
I want to help her I want to add onto my story and tell her about how I know she's sad and I hear her crying and I know she needs someone.
I want to help.
I really do.
I wish she'd open my pages and read me.
