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"Crying for help, crying for
help… Will
people finally come to my rescue? Cry for help, I cry for
help… Scream for attention, someday you'll get
it. Hear my silent cry, answer my unasked questions. I make no noise, inside I'm screaming. Notice my scars, marks of my pain. Hear my silent cry, answer my unasked
questions. I make no noise, inside
I'm screaming. No one knows what I'm hiding, I make no noise, inside I'm screaming. Cry… in the middle of the night. Help me now, I know I need
you. Is it too late?
Will it come someday? Will it finally appear?
I need help, will it come
someday?
When you're too afraid to ask for it,
does it appear
anyway?
Will you come someday?
Will it come someday? Will it finally appear?
Will you
come someday?
Young in pain, it'll be over someday…
Before it's too
late.
Before
it's too late.
I
can't ask, yet I'm dying to know.
Before it's too
late.
Talk to me, talk
to me.
Ask me why, what is wrong.
Talk to me, talk to me.
So
much more, you don't know.
Talk to me, talk to me.
Before
it's too late.
Before it's too late.
I can't ask, yet I'm dying to know.
Before
it's too late.
nor it's
easy to explain.
Stop acting like you're blind,
or are you
just afraid to see?
I
can't ask, yet I'm dying to know.
Before it's too
late.
I always was
afraid of dark.
But now it welcomes me with grace,
cuz now I
feel safe, in her embrace.
Before it's too late.
Can I
foster hopes?
I know my soul's dead.
And it all makes sense
to me…
Fade to black.
I hear you calling…
But it's too
late now"
Cecilia closed her eyes as the warm water
covered her bleeding wrists.
"It won't take long…", she
said to herself.
End of chapter.
AN: I wrote this a little while ago, I was going through a depression (I'm not quite fine yet), and I thought it maybe could work here… Let me know.
