Today I realized,
I can do nothing.

I can't save her
She can only do that herself.

The most I can do is be here.
The little things matter.

Today I took her box-cutter,
I taped it up next to the poster she made,
Saying the scars are signs of a survivor.

I'm just afraid that being here won't be enough.
That maybe she just can't save herself, alone.

That she needs help
but can't ask.

I'm afraid she'll never know how much I care.
How much I love her.
How much I need her.
How much I need her to be okay.

I'm so scared she will never escape this need/desire/addiction/escape.
All I want to do is help, to save her.