Cry For Help. Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier

What have I done
My time has come
I’m getting dizzy
The phone is busy
I cannot cry for help.

My eyes now shut
With 3 new cuts
The pills they take their toll
Once more i try to roll
I cannot cry for help.

The music downstairs is loud
The party draws a crowd
He is on my mind
For our love was kind
I cannot cry for help.

the way he kissed my forehead
Lay together on my bed.
My bodies lifeless now
Wrists wrapped in a towel
I cannot cry for help.

It was a car that took him
The headlights, they were dim
I left the car with a scratched up leg
He left the car in a body bag
I could not cry for help

Now i can see his face
For i was blessed with grace
Then he walks towards me
Never will he let me free
I now have found my help.