A Reason

She's got words on her arms In the language of a broken heart And they say They say I wanna be loved But I don't know how I wanna dream Haven't done it in a while I wanna smile Won't somebody give me A reason? Author's note: This is a poem about a close friend of mine. The "words on her arms" are an analogy, for well, cuts. She wouldn't talk to me much at the time, but I saw them and that was all that really needed to be said, since she knew she couldn't fool me. Anyway, that was the inspiration for this. She is doing much better now, by the way, in case anyone was concerned...