Her laughter is hollow. Something’s missing. I don’t believe her smiles or when she says “I’m alright.” Maybe it’s the way her body always seems limp and unresponsive and there are bags under her eyes like she’s tired, so tired and sleeping for weeks wouldn’t fix it. She’s always cold. Her tiny, thin body shakes violently and she seems so fragile, like she could break. I want to pick her up and hold her and carry her far away from everything and everybody that has hurt her. I want her to be safe and I was her to smile and have it be real.