'Help' one word, four letters...seems simple right? Just a four letter word that's used all the time 'can you help me with this question' or 'can you help me with my hair' but what happens when this simple meaningless word becomes much more complex and you're suddenly asking someone to help you love yourself and to help you stay.
You're now realizing that it's not so simple after all. When is the right time to ask a friend for help? What feeling should you keep bottled down and try to fix yourself? Help. Help. Help! This small word pounding in your head hoping, no praying, someone will realize your pain, someone will hear your silent screaming and come running. Yet no words, not even a sound can escape your fragile quivering lips so sitting there in silence seems your best escape. Yet no freedom comes from the war contained in your own prison. The prison of your mind.
'Help' one word, four letters... seems like such a fragile word now.
