Hopeless Concern

Leading questions
Adoration, venoration 
for the idea of making 
it all better 
As if that is possible
She sees through the
obvious barrier that I 
am slowly breaking 
down as we speak.
At first, the questions
were not direct
Only hints and
suggestions.
But my pain grew
My sighs became
silent screams. 
She noticed the 
change in me
The alter of mood
The hitting of the 
rubber bands against
the inside of my 
frail little wrist
The way that I 
would disconnect 
and complain 
right in front of her
And act utterly 
insane
Outlandish and 
out of my mind
She knew that
laughter had no
place in my life.
 

And I wanted 
her to.