Help me.

The darkness is closing in,

sucking all the light out.

Wiping out my hopes,

my dreams,

and replacing them with sorrow and sadness.

The darkness is suffocating.

It’s choking me with tears

and regrets and apologies.

It’s tormenting me with the things I did wrong

or I thought I did wrong.

 

Save me.

I want someone to take my hand.

Give me a flashlight.

Turn on a light to guide me out. 

Take me someplace happy 

or at least not as dark and sad.

To make it bright again,

fight the darkness.

To tell me that I have hope. 

To show that they care and they want to help.

 

Leave me.

I don’t want anyone to pity me.

I don’t want “oh poor her” 

or “she needs help.”

I want to be alone with my thoughts.

So that no one can find me and make it worse.

Because they always seem to.

Go away and leave me in peace. 

I don’t want you to come near.

Don’t even observe from afar.