He just sits there. It's a dark well, and he sits in it. The currents swirl about, pulling him this way and that. I can see it's tearing him apart. He's bleeding, gaping wounds that cannot heal without help, but he can't see them. I call out to him, there's no answer. I cry for him at night, because he cannot do it himself. His eyes are soulless, haunted shells of what once was a repository of sparkling laughter and light. Nothing, nothing anyone does can help him, because he doesn't know it's wrong. He's killing himself. And all I can do is watch. 2008-05-12T05:03:08Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/30237 <p>Sorry it&#8217;s a bit ranty. Once again I had the emo-fits.</p> <p>All I&#8217;ll say is, if you&#8217;re depressed, or sad, or thinking about hurting yourself or others, TELL SOMEONE . Tell everyone you can, until someone will listen. Don&#8217;t bottle things up until you can&#8217;t fix it.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30237?basename=61726 2008-05-12T05:03:08Z Tears of Phoenix http://ficlets.com/authors/wingsofthephoenix