“Please help me” I was Twelve asking my mom to help me with my math homework. She went and watched tv instead. “Please help me” I was thirteen crying and begging my mom to help me because my hair was a mess and I felt ugly. She went and smoked a cigarette. “Please help me” I was fourteen I was in my first serious relationship my mom would always make fun of me. He raped me and I got pregnant as a result. “Please help me” I was fifteen had a baby and my best friend had just committed suicide my mom told me I will be okay I just need to grow up. “Please help me” I was Sixteen. I couple months before my sons first birthday I took a bunch of pills. I told my mom because I decided I wasn’t ready to die. She called me a liar and told all her friends and laughed. I vomited the pills up and she told me to stop being an attention whore. “Please help me”. Why doesn’t my mom want to help me. I just want help. “Please help me” I’m serious, please. Please help me. (-A girl with past trauma)
