Invisible tears are the hardest to wipe away.
I am crying. I am screaming out, asking for help. Is anybody helping me?
No. Is anybody even TRYING to help me?
It sure doesn’t seem like it. Can anybody even hear me?
I don’t know. Maybe they’ll hear, when I’m screaming harder, louder, when my throat is raw, and it’s nearly too late. I don’t know.
I don’t even know if I’m being heard by my friends. Definitely not by my mum.
I don’t think anybody even knows I am shedding tears, even when they are visible, literally streaming down my face, and making my neck sticky.
Elle once told me I look beautiful when I cry; in that case, I must be the most beautiful girl on earth right now.
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I’m sorry no one is listening to you. Sometimes it’s not that people are cold hearted.. Just that they are oblivious… In that case you have to be really direct. I know how hard it is to ask for help… But you might be glad you did…
If you cant seem to be getting help around you, professional help is always the way to go. I have been keeping a secret for so long i thought i was going to explode, thinking no one would understand my story. I fnally told a counsellor and spoke to a psychic for spiritual guidance. I know you probably thinking a psychic wouldnt do anything, as long as you can find someone to help you, im sure you will be on the right track. Your mum may not be aware of what you are going through if you havent explained all the details.In one of my worst moments where i felt being alive was just pointless and too painful, i called the suicide hotline and suprisingly enough, the lady on the phone was quick to respond and she listened to my story. I was able to get back home that night without driving off into a pole or getting into a terrible car accident because i could barely hold the wheel or keep it together. I managed to calm down and in that moment i felt better, i will always remember her words and the way she handled my painful story. I knew that my pain wasnt gone but it was comforting to know that someone was listening and offering help.Sometimes i feel like telling my family or friends isnt the way to go, and talking to a stranger is more comforting because they wont judge me and i can spill all without expecting any reactions or without worrying someone close to me.There is always some out there who can help.
Elle helped. She was the only one I could depend on. Guess that was a mistake, putting eveything into her, because now that she’s gone, i dunno what to doooo…. 😛 I’ll try to find someone else to listen for me, and I’ll be direct with them..
Sounds like you are on the right track if you are seeking help
(: I think I found someone who’ll help. I sure hope I have.