“Why didn’t you ask for help?”
When I didn’t write for weeks
I was asking for help
When I stopped smiling
When I stopped laughing
When happiness became fake
I was asking for help
When I began to eat less
I was asking for help
When I isolated myself for days
I was asking for help
When your heart shatters
Into a million little fragments
You learn to speak without words.
Posted in response to the challenge Teenager: In Writing.
I’ve kept every card I’ve ever received
For as long as I can remember
People fade in and out of your life
Eventually lost in the past, forgotten
I read their letters after sunset
I was eight when it began.
I was left clinging to sunshine
As the sun descended below the horizon.
It all started as a blank page
Until slowly, painfully,
My heart began to bleed
Do you remember
The games of soccer
At the park?
Do you remember
The night we created our book series
Roasting smores over a firepit?
It’s where we took that first picture
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