Her Cry for Help

Its a cry out for help. So quiet, it is almost non-existent, but she knows if she doesn't try, she'll feel like a coward for shutting down. She knows that deep down in her heart, past the darkness and the lies that fog her judgment, she wants to be okay. She just needs help, so she whispers into the crashing waves of despair, asking for help. The light in her blue eyes, fading dull. Now the only thing she clings to is the safety of her dreams. Where she isn't alone, and she isn't completely submerged in darkness. She battles sleep heavy eye lids in hope that help will find her before she drifts off to dreamland..but her heart grows still with the pain of another day. Her mood shifts into an even darker abyss. And for once she is afraid nothing will pull her out..pain forces its way up her throat, clawing at the inside of the empty tunnel on it's way out in an agonized scream. Tears burn her cheeks as her eyes grow dark. She is clinging to the last breath held deep inside her chest, she needs to ask for help but she would rather tell you she loves you. Her mind grows thick with darkness, depression takes hold, and death seems the only way out of this overbearing pain, death seems easy, calm, almost welcoming. She wants to survive, but she can't find the strength to ask for help, she prays tomorrow will bring something to give her strength, or she won't make it through another day.