I'm all alone in a
room that's dark,
fighting the urge
to add another mark.
My tears are flowing
my thoughts collide,
and the end result
I'll have to hide.
I'm battered
bruised and all alone,
unable to fight
this on my own.
Friends used to help
me through the day,
but they saw my pain
and ran away.
I'm growing weaker
as the days pass,
afraid today
might be my last.
I know the next
move is up to me,
asking for help
is the only key.
