I am left crying in the cold.
I ask, “Please help me?”
You walk right by me.
I will sleep without a bed tonight.
I am left cutting my wrists.
I write, “Please help me.”
You sharpen the knife.
I am ready to end my life.
I am left drowning in a tub.
I struggle, “Please help me.”
You shove me under, deeper.
The cold, wet darkness encloses me.
I am left hanging in a closet.
I plead, “Please help me.”
You close the door on me.
I take my last choking breathe.
I am left bleeding in the streets.
I beg, “Please save me.”
You step right over me.
My heart will stop beating.
I am left weeping in the halls.
I cry, “Please save me.”
You laugh at the tears on my cheeks.
My pain engulfs me.
I am left with a fist in my face.
I fight, “Please save me.”
You run away, afraid you are next.
My body will be left for the crows.
I am left with the handgun given to me.
I whisper, “Please save me.”
You grin with glee.
My blood now paints the walls.
I am left on the edge.
I scream, “Save me!”
You give me a shove.
I fall into the afterlife.
