who do i call when the feet of nothingness are stomping me, like a giant hellscape towering over me, limitless, invisible, unseen
who do i call when i feel swallowed whole by the forces beyond any control, not within my reach, but surrounding me
who do i call when i feel so small that i have to keep my eyes open through violent tears, to know for sure, i am not drowning
who do i call, what do i say, how can i make them believe, that i just need to overcome an irreplaceable loss of innocence too deep to be able to hide
who do i call to say that i just need them to take its space, i’m willing to beg, to be subject of someone’s mercy, because if i can’t stay under this weight of the unknown, i can’t keep myself alive
