Help Me

NOX

I need something I can stay on top of instead of underneath. 
Something I choose to breathe instead of the thing that inhales me. 


Something I can commit to. 
That induces tunnel vision so I'm blind to the mud and the blood and the fog that coats the peripherals of my mind. 


I want to scream, "HELP ME."
But I don't want anyone to hear. 
I want them to know instinctively. 


I'm a bird flying into the same glass window repeatedly
and I want someone to be the window, padded with styrofoam, so I don't have to break another bone


Because I'm scared one day it will be the last one I own.

  • Author: NOX (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 10th, 2017 22:20
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 63
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Comments3

  • WL Schuett

    Good start here ,heartfelt personal... nice

  • myself and me

    Turn yourself to the Savior. Listening to the guide, following the lead. Well done.

  • FredPeyer

    So well written, NOX. You were all alone in the woods, crying for help.....nobody there.
    Now you are here. And we read and listen!



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