Help

Can you help me?

No.

You cannot help me.

You can’t do anything to make my heart heal.

My heart is broken and will stay that way forever.

My heart will always be split in half.

One big jagged crack down the center.

It cannot be sewn back together or healed in its own time.

It is eternally broken.

I lie in despair and wallow in pity for I cannot bear to see the light outside my bedroom.

Everyone says just to forget it.

But I can’t.

I let the cold tears fall down my face.

Then I mentally slap myself, for I shouldn’t be crying over you.

You ruined me.

Now I’m nothing.

You can’t fix me.

You can’t break me anymore.

I am eternally ruined.

The last tear slides down my face and I wipe it away with the palm of my hand.

People say I need help.

People say I need to get better.

I now can see what they’re talking about.

And they’re right too.

But nobody can help me.

Nobody.

I’m eternally damaged.

I can’t be healed in any way.

You might as well leave me here to drown myself in my own tears.

I need help.

But can you help me?

No.

You cannot help me.

Reviews

[Mia]

Thank you! Those words really mean a lot to me, thanks for taking the time to review.

[Robyn]

you really captured that helpless feeling that we can all feel at times