Sometimes you have to look deeper

I once knew a girl her skin lovely yet ashen    
Her life seemed amazing she always had the latest fashion    
It was later I saw the cuts on her wrist    
She noticed I saw and yelled and threw fists    
I let her do so until she calmed down    
I wondered why she was so unhappy,
she was the most popular girl in town    
She began to tell me about her plight    
Of how often her parents would fight    
I listened as she cried away her misery    
And thought of how sad she was and how no one could see    
I hugged her and she looked at me in surprise    
"I don't know you too well but I know you're too kind to die"    
She hugged me back and smiled    
"Thank you. It was nice of you to listen, though my problems are mild"    
I looked at her "No problem is mild."
"Someone may have it worse but that doesn't mean you don't have it bad"    
In that moment the girl seemed much less sad    
We said our goodbyes and walked away    
Now the girl seems lighter, brighter, and happier each day