Your lungs burn. Your head is pulsating. You feel your vocal chords shredding. It hurts to breathe or speak. Tears streaming from your eyes and down your cheeks.
A cry for help. As loud as you can make it.
They look at you. They look into your big pooled eyes and say nothing. Just stare.
Can they not see or hear the desperation in your eyes and voice? Can they not see and hear how much you're hurting? Can they not see and hear how you feel as if you're dying?
Or do they just choose not too see? Just like they choose not to hear your screams.
No one can say you never tried to ask for help. No one can say that you didn't try hard enough.
You lay there and feel helpless. Like you're dying.
Years later you still have nightmares about it. It still makes you cry. Alone.