As the tears drop from her eyes, down her cheek & onto her shirt
Each tear is a memory of previous incidents & previous hurt
What do I do? Do I hold her? Tell her everything is going to be okay?
Will she believe me or doubt every word that I say?
I wish she knew that although she's crying she is still beautiful
I must watch my steps & words, I don't want to give her reasons to become more doubtful
Sometimes I wish she could see through my eyes
Out of the world she has created in her mind
I wonder when was the last time she has escaped
Out of her mind & to a beautiful place
The darkness sits impatiently & awaits
Trapped in her mind, waiting for her fate
