When?

Glossy eyes, pale face, swollen cheeks, and dried lips.

Then suddenly, a hand on your shoulder, an assuring smile across their face but still with weariness in their eyes. Their body lowers, to rest themselves beside you - to sit next to you, in the shadow you walled up, that made you feel so alone.

The breeze of the night's cool air; dark ocean waters crash against the dim seashore.

Silence.

This is a moment I remember.

Though broken as I was, it was I that was the giving hand and the words that lent advice. I was sincerity, and I was empathy.

Because it was not my eyes that were bleeding that night.

But most nights when they do - I wish someone would come for me, and just care too.