I can't remember that place
that seemed like                                                                                                    Somewhere
last night. Giving in
giving up, till nothings left                                                                                        inside.
Where do you think that girl
who used to be                                                                                                             me
went? She grew up to be a woman,
worn, tired & spent.
Do you think                                                                                                                 a
heart inhabits her rib-cage?
Can there even be a                                                                                                    little
compassion shown?
What happened to that                                                                                              girl
with a story to be told?
I wonder if she saw me now
if she'd dare to let out her                                                                                        screams.
A scream she kept in
for all these years,
crying two words:                                                                                                   Help Me.