God Help Her

HI guys! so, this is my first post on this website and I'm really happy that i found it. This is a poem I wrote a while back.. all of my work comes from the heart.. I hope you enjoy.

You crawl into the corner of your moms side of the closet. It was the only side clean. Your head is reeling. You cant think. You grab that old blue knife your brother got you for your 13th birthday. You slide it across your stomach. But you don't bleed. It's not enough. You begin to slice anywhere no one will see. It doesn't work. Doesn't take away the pain. You start to scratch your arm. Your nails peeling away skin. Almost looks like when you used to play the A B C game with the eraser. You don't stop until you can't move. You lay at the bottom of closet for only God knows how long. You say to yourself over and over again

 

 

 

"I can't I won't stop. I can't. I won't Stop. Help. No. I can't. I won't. Stop. Please. I can't do this anymore." You repeat it until you scream it. Loudly. Your mom comes in yelling for you. She sounds worried.

 

 

 

You don't remember what comes next. The tears roll down your face. Your hands have blood on them. Your mom says... "God help her."

Reviews

[haymaker14]

This made me cry!Stay strong!

[Cat]

It makes me so happy to know that my work can move someone like that. Thank you so much!

[haymaker14]

Np! Just thinking about this happening can make me sad and it inspires me! Keep up the good work!

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Cat,

Attentively deep.

Always,

A.