Can you help me?
I highly doubt you can.
No one can reach that deep;
fix something so broken.
It aches deep within,
sometimes hiding,
sometimes smashing into me with such power,
all I can do is whimper and clutch my sides.
Can you help me?
Would you want to if you could?
I wouldn't want to touch something so fractured
it could pull you down along with me.
My life was a sphere
Perfect from all angles
But there's nothing like 7 months
to bring it all crashing down.
Can you help me?
I'm stuck in this imploded ball.
I can't escape the pain
bubbling up like lava from within.
I wasn't ready.
But then, who is?
So I'll be as perfect as I can.
I need not cause more worry.
Can you help me?
Can alcohol or drugs?
They say it's numbing,
but is that really what I want?
It seems all I do is feel.
And burn.
And sink.
Slowly.
Can you help me?
Is ending it the answer?
Of course not, my conscience screams.
But maybe, a small voice claims.
How selfish, I think.
To put more peopl in pain.
Stupid, stupid girl.
How could you make anyone else suffer as you have?
Can you help me?
No, of course you cant.
I won't let you.
My walls are too well built, you'll never make it.
I have fortified them over 13 years.
They are flawless.
They sheild me from myself.
And Myself from others.
Can you help me?
These walls I built are suffocating.
They're stronger than ever before.
The foundations reaching deep, deep down.
I have always known they would leave me.
Always.
So here I am, alone.
As I have always planned.
Can you help me?
No, I don't want you to.
You're help entails pity.
I will have none of that here.
But the question remains,
Can you?
