The Plea For Help Poem by Stephanie Boccia

Screaming, Crying, feel like dying.
Cutting, tearing, please stop staring.

World is crumbling, done with stumbling.
Stomach's rumbling, lips are numbing.

One day more yet one day less,
Life is like a game of chess.

When will days like these just end?
Death's just right around the bend.

Praying, waiting, crying more.
Desperation to the core.

Burning pain and OCD.
Was this born a part of me?

How does one relieve their fears,
When no one knows of their many tears?

Screaming, Crying, feel like dying.
Cutting, tearing, please stop staring.