H E L P . M E

Help me.

She thought, as vines of doubt sprouted

from the fractures of her shattered soul and

crept through the crevices of her heart

with every sidelong glance they threw her way.

“...help me.”

She whispered, ducking her head down to avoid

their cruel sneers and taunting jibes as

the pinprick of tears stabbed at

the corners of her eyes.

“Help me.”

She murmured low to

herself, well aware that by now

she was the only one looking

out for her health.

“Help. Me.”

She said with her shoulders

shoved forward and her mouth pressed into a

thin line, wondering how she could make herself

seem smaller so that maybe they could leave

her alone just this one time.

“Help me.”

She cried, fingers fumbling and tears

tumbling as she pressed the blade against

her smooth flesh and drew a shaky line, telling herself

that it was normal but knowing that her words were a lie.

“HELP ME.”

She screamed, palms pressed against

her head as the voices inside beckoned her to

kill herself and to get rid of them she almost did

but she knew… escape wasn’t that easy.

“…”

Only when she was silent, did they finally hear.

But her words were gone and so were her tears.

The only thing left of her heart was a speck, and

the next day she tied a rope around her neck, two

dark words written in blood across her chest.

Help me.