When I write it's a cry for help.

When I write I want a stranger to know me.

When I write I need to forge new connections.

When I write it's a cry for help.

 

I need help.

I need help.

I need help. 

 

I want a stranger I haven't met yet to come and save me from my misery.

I need a stranger I will meet to come and save me from my misery.

 

Depression feels like darkness consuming me.

It is eating me alive.

Gnawing at my brain.

It hurts.

It hurts me, and those around me.

 

I write a cry for help.

Please help me.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Someone, anyone help me, save me.

Please.