Scars

There is a girl at my school who always looks sad.
I wish I knew why I think its to do with her dad?
I wish I could help her and let her know I'm here..
But she is never around at break, she hates her peers. She always wears long sleeves to cover her arms,
she is tall and skinny and lives on a farm.
I wonder what it's like to be her?
I wonder if she is okay?
Sometimes I worry about her..
So deep in her thoughts throughout the day.
Her eyes are emerald green hidden by her fringe.
She likes to experiment with colours blue, purple, pink, green.
I don't dare ask her if she is okay,
what if she gets angry, calls me nosey or walks away? I know she cuts, I understand her pain.
But her scars go deep as she cuts her veins.
I just want to help I want to be there,
but I have so much doubt that she really won't care. Please cheer up for you are so pretty.
Please smile and laugh and please stop slitting.
I know you will be fine, I know you will pull through
Please just be happy I know that's the real you.