Still Lost at Sea

Have you noticed her?

The girl who is silently

screaming for help.

"BROKEN" is inscribed

on her forehead and heart.

"SAVE ME" is inked on her

arms and legs.

"NOT GOOD ENOUGH" is

written on her hands and

feet.

"FAT" is scribbled on her

stomach and thighs.

"UGLY" is stamped on

her back.

"FRAGILE" is marked

on her chest.

"LIFELESS" is printed

on her face.

An array of masks hide how

she truly feels.

Sure she may feel happy at some

points, but that soon disappears.

The tears showing how she really

feels are rolling down her cheeks.

Her dead and sad eyes are returning.

Her smile has faded away from her face.

Her laugh is no where to be heard.

Staying up late crying with her headphones

in her ears listening to those particular

songs is starting to become a regular

thing again.

The thoughts are starting to become

more and more frequent.

The cycle of pain is returning.

The words she wants to say are

on her tongue, but she doesn't

dare open her mouth.

No one will care to listen

anyway.

Frightening thoughts plague

her mind and what's worse is

that she fears they will come true.

She doesn't want to become

the person she used to hate.

She can't afford to do that again.

She is so fragile, her body is like

glass, but

Cracked.

Damaged.

Falling apart.

In need of repair.

Her demons have enchained her

in her own fears and insecurities

and she can't seem to break free.

Her constant suffering has engulfed

her in a unbreakable box.

It is made up of the memories that

keep her locked inside the past.

She pounds on this box day in and

day out trying to catch someone's

attention, but no sound ever escapes

and no one cares enough to make

eye contact with her.

She feels alone in a crowd of people.

She wants someone to notice

and help her, but at the same

time, doesn't want anyone to

pick up on her presence.

If you really knew her, would you

still want to help the broken girl?

Please save me from myself.