Lessons Never Learned

Operator: Can I help you?
"I don't even know anymore"
Operator: Sweetie what is your name?
"That is a good question, I wish I knew the answer."
Laying on the floor in a pool of blood. Not knowing how this happened. Not knowing what to do. Love is gone. The site would be horrifying to anyone else. Laying here all I can think about is what he did. How bad he fucked me up. Him.
Where is he now that I need him?
Operator: Are you still there?
Silence. There is no voice.
Operator: I'm sending help to you now.
"There is no one that can help me now."
The line goes dead. The blackness takes over. The depression has taken over. All is gone.