Mama.
Help me.
Your little princess is in distress.
There is little voices in her head that she's gonna end up dead.
Mama.
Help me.
I'm broken.
I'm damaged.
No amount of pills or therapy can save me from these gruesome thoughts that flood my head.
Day after day I feel like I'm growing more and more insane.
Mama,
Save me.
I'm slowly dying,
Here I am,
flicking the ash of my last cigarette on the edge of which I call my home.
My thoughts are too strong,
So,
save me.
before I fall.
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Author:
b.j. zeiger (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2018 07:23
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Comments2
a very good write
Emotional, painful write. Are you brave enough to let your mom read it? Parents are often clueless to what their children are going through. Mine were, and it almost cost my life. Let them help you. If she's like most moms than she loves you more than anyone else ever will. But you have to let her help in whatever way she can, or you'll both end up regretting it for the rest of your lives. Great post, thank you for sharing.
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