I fear I am getting worse again, the sobs that rack my body are no longer petty. I know peace is so close but I will never get the guts to reach for it.
I hold myself close and bite my lip till I draw blood. I let it flood into my mouth and clog near the back my throat. Shame brews throughout me as my father asks whats wrong. I know this is my only chance, yet my mother speaks before I can and she tells my father I am only tired. My plea for help never leaves my mouth. I nod and agree with my mother, I can not do anything but agree.
