And so she wept,
Exhausted of trying to be heard
Trying to tell her loved ones
her many contemplations of suicide
Overwhelmed by failed attempts at
expressing her cries for help
Frustrated at comments made
"You don't open up"
"Just tell me how you feel"
"But you're not alone,
I don't understand how to help"
Giving up, you ask, she tells,
you brush it aside, annoyed.
She's had what feels like all she can take
Confused as to whether it's her not
expressing herself correctly or are her
pleas falling upon deaf ears?
And so she cuts
A shift of focus to real, physical pain
she's relieved,a break from heartache
An ocean of thoughts
that rarely sit still
Crashing over solid rock, marking it
changing it, grain by grain
So small is the change
that it goes unnoticed
The fish swim by
The birds fly above
The wind howls past
Slowly days pass, then months...
And so no-ones noticed
Her right arm full of scars
No-ones listened to her asking for help
No-one knew all she wanted was a hug
Just to have someone notice
she was doing it tough
To acknowledge her pain
wrap their arms around her
and say, it's O.K