Just because she doesn’t cry,
and waves goodbye, smiling.
Just because she holds her head high,
doesn’t mean her heart isn’t hurting.
Just because she looks fine,
doesn’t mean she actually is.
Just because she parties hard,
doesn’t mean her life is, one.
Try to hear, not only her words,
but listen, also to her sighs.
See the sadness in her smile,
the dark circles of her eyes,
Admire the diamond ring on her finger,
but don’t overlook her clenched fists.
See the almost-bitten fingernails,
the wringing of her hands and wrists.
Be a good friend, stay in touch,
If she doesn’t call you for days,
Make that extra effort.
She could be in need of a friend,
but hesitant to ask for help.
Just because she says, ‘I am okay’,
doesn’t always mean, she is.
Just because she seems collected,
doesn’t mean shattered, she isn’t.
Be there for a friend,
comfort and console.
Help to piece her life together,
and to make it whole.
She may or may not confide in you,
secure she will be, some.
That if she ever reaches for you,
she would be welcome.