Tuesday, August 6, 2013

mentally ill abroad.

hopeless.
without help, on any side-
i don't speak the (language).
I called my friend,
who called my husband.

i called from a dark room,
from my bed.
I haven't moved in nine days.
I called using one finger.
The only body part
with the ENERGY to MOVE.

I cried for help,
quietly,
before I locked myself alone.
With the blinds shut.
(before the razorblades)
(before the pills)

I called my friend,
who called my husband,
who told me I was fine.

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