Dear Christine:

I look into your eyes,
I see my reflection in the glassy tears.
A mirror image of a depressed and lost girl,
Waisting away in the "glorious" years.
Reach my hand out to you,
But u dont move a muscle towards my hand.
Too tired to be lifted from your haze,
You look at me hoping i understand.
I do underdstand and thats the thing,
I know where you are and where you've been.
The feelings you've had and the tears your cried,
The deceit, the sobs, and the roads you've taken.
I know where it all leads,
For i walked upon them too.
I know the destruction life can cause a girl,
Its happened to me as well as you.
Cant you just take my hand,
Put in a little more effort to try.
If you lay your head upon my shoulder,
I'll know exactly why.
You dont need to explain in words,
Your eyes speak a mile a minute.
No one would know better than me,
Because hun i've been in it.
Please dont push me away,
Dont decide to let it take over your being.
And if you want to for a while its ok,
But dont think you can do it without me seeing.
Tomorrow will come and so on and so forth,
You can refuse comfort and care.
But theres nothing you can do to stop me,
From always being there.

Love,
Michele