She samples reality
[in small doses]
and slowly puts it back.
In need of something more,
life isn't what it should be [could be].
Like an hourglass,
time is moving fast.
She only wishes
people cared for her.
Not just "How are you?"
but taking time to go
grab something to eat.
The void that's there,
is influential in her artwork.
[some call it skin, others canvas]
No one takes the time to understand the tears,
the constant pain that has lived in her for years.
Where were you
when I cut too deep
and I thought, this was it for me?
That I am just another legacy [if lucky].
Quit with the stares, like I'm not human,
when all of the pain is more than skin deep.
Stop spouting off all of your theories as to why I am this way:
Attention-getter, I need a hug, or maybe it's just a phase.
If I wanted attention, I'd do other things than make myself bleed.
Have you ever thought,
beyond your ignorance and fallacies,
that I may need help from you?
Just another friend, an honest helping hand,
who will be there for me when no one else can [will]?
There's more to saving than just picking up the phone.
Silver trophy winner
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
Still, this gives me more understanding than I could ever come up with on my own. I especially loved the “some call it skin, others canvas” line.
) worth. 
All in all I think you’ve done a great job empathizing with “her” and trying to get a message out; I only hope you don’t know too many who have this problem for real. 
how do you write like this?! kidding... 
