Demon Haunted Girl

"Help!" she calls to those who will listen
But that crowd is surprisingly few
No one cares about the tears that glisten
Those who care don't know what to do
An invisible birth certificate is attached to her own
We call it "depression" and it runs her life
No matter what she does, it won't leave her alone
Perpetually increasing and prolonging her strife
Sometimes when it's bad enough she'll cut her own arms
Drawing blood bewcause the painis so great
Turning her emotions into bodily harm
In a terrifying moment of utter self hate
She's tried to tell several people about it
This alarming compulsion of hers
But most, like her mother, seriously doubt it
The friendship of the rest it deters
I've seen and heard about the pain that she bears
I wholeheartedly believe that it's true
Believe me that I am one who cares
Amanda, how I wish I could help you

Beth Siler
6/3/98