Help me.

I can't move.
The words that have been said
Scar me.
The words that have been left unsaid
Scar me.
Why is it that when I reach out for help
I get anger.
Or worse,
Nothing.
I'm still weak from my attack,
As much as I hate to admit that.
I can't do this on my own,
My support system has been cut in half.
It was already so small to begin with
If I reached out to you...
It's a big deal.
I don't like to do that.
It takes courage I don't have.
And strength I need to preserve.
So please,
If I reached out to you...

Help me.

-Beaskie