a little bit of crazy

Four people living in her head
My best friends lost
No words to be said
I can't save her
No one can
Who would have known what they plan
Books
Knives
And hair brushes
Where all used to hurt her skin
To make us cringe
And most of all to remind us we can't help her
So young with voice in her mind
No control of her body
She's one of them
But a little different
My best friend has people in her head
They yell or talk real sweet
Before you know it they will have you one your knees
She switches in and out
Holding on so strong
She's losing her grip
My best friends
Is falling in a ditch
I can't pick her up!!!!!
Why is that!!!
I'm supposed to be there to help her fight the demons!!
That's my job........
But I'm so knew to the concept of letting her figure this out
All I can do is clean her wounds
Dry her tears and hope she will be here next year