Crying Out...

It's been 2 weeks and 3 days, since anybody asked me if I was okay,
It's been 6 month and 1 week, since my happy feelings were out of reach,
I'm just a girl, I'm not asking for any sympathy,
I am a curse, I'm like a broken teenager symphony.

I last recognized my smiling face, when a loving home was my happy place,
Now a shadow, behind my own reflection,
Now a ghost, telling my own confession,

A father, a cheater!
A mother, a drinker!
A sister, a user!
Me...
Just a loser.

I don't heal,
I just hurt,
Hurt for something,
Scared to talk,
Dare to be heard?
I feel everything,

When I scratch my skin, I just want to forget the sadness,
When I see the running blood, I start to become a little breathless,
Drip...
Drip...

I'm crying,
I'm crying out!

I need holding,
Need consoling,

Sitting alone, terrified! of what I might do next,
I just can't talk! I don't want them thinking I'm a pest,
Maybe if I talk and open up, I won't think of my last breath,
I'm on my bathroom floor, red stained clothes getting wet.

Let it go,
It controls me,
Let it go,
It consumes me,

Still, I'm just a little girl,
To become, someone's world,
I need to live and learn,
To be brave, not masquerade
So please...
Look my way,
Ask if I'm okay,
You never know,
This, might be my last day...