The blood on my scalp
Satisfies the vomit threatening
To surface
At the sight of my hair in my hands
"What did you do!"
It echo's through me.
There was no question in that statement
She saw the blood under my nails
Dripping down my wrists as I fist
The hair between the delicate fingers
That dared rip it out
She shouldn't care
Why does she care?
Mother's never care.
The whisper starts again
Its starting
Its starting again
"Help me" "Help me"
I CAN'T
I CAN'T
STOP IT HURTS
Heart racing
Head pounding
Anxiety spikes
I am unable to breathe
GET OUT GET OUT
"Help me please"
It whispers to me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Why do I need help
What needs to be fixed
WHAT DO I NEED TO FIX
Please, she's medicated
SHE'S MEDICATED, PLEASE
Leave Josephine alone
She's screaming
Blaring through the back of our mind
Imploding my eardrums
As I try to save her
Help me please
Help me
Help me
The murmurs turn loud
Louder than her screams
Louder than Josephine's mom
Louder than everything
HELP ME
The blood is getting wiped from my face,
The drips no longer dripped as pressure is applied
To the fresh wound
BURN BURN BURN
Write them out she says,
Doctor! Doctor!
Tell me please, how do I write away the voices
Tell them to go away please
IT HURTS PLEASE
Stop what though,
What am I stoppingI
'm ruining everything
Everything is falling apart
How is everything falling apart
Always
Always
Over and over again
AHHH
The anxiety is eating me
Tearing away at my intestines
Only to burn through the linings in my stomach
How do I stop this pain?
How do I stop the voices from
Infiltrating my mind,
Soaking into my blood stream
Only to make goosebumps appear
With all my hair sticking on end.
As if whatever the voice thinks,
Is something I truly need
Someone,
Please help me.
YOU ARE READING
It Hurts
General FictionThe story of Josephine. My therapist says I am missing something Something important is missing Does it matter? No. If anything is important I would obviously remember it
