I know it's horrid. I feel the end closing in around me, and this delays it if only for a minute... It's only thunder, she has said I've found that to be true It seems now, the sky is only clear When I'm walking with you The clouds must roll beneath the moon While I lie awake at night Pining for you Simply wishing that you could hold me tight Take my fears, and take my heart I have no more to offer I could tell you when we do touch, I pray it could be longer So tell me to chin up Send a glance my way And if you wonder, ask the sky Why I can't smile today And not really a poem...just whatever came through my fingers. After a while you can't even tell when she's hurting. She can't bear to show happiness. How could she? The pain in her eyes would then be obvious. Instead of accepted as a part of her. You look and you see depression, and you leave it be. I look, I see fear and pain. Dreaming of what she could be... Or rather, what she could have been.