"Whoa whoa whoa! Stop! I'm trying to help you." She tried to push me away but I tightened my grip around her. "Help me? You're just like them! I don't want your help I want you to let me go!" She exclaimed.
she is hurt,
she wants to be gone,
she can't deal with the pain,
she can't go on,
she wants to give up,
she wants to give in,
she wants to be happy.
but she never is.
she judges herself,
others judge her too,
every day of her life,
is a struggle to get through.
Is this girl you?
I know it's me.