No Help for the Little Girl

2:00 in the morning.
Alone in your room.
Crying
because you
don't know what's wrong.
You've thought about
asking for help.
But everyone will
just look at you with
shock...sorrow...sadness...
and sympathy.
No help for the little girl.

You cry and cry
till the tears won't come.
Tears have mixed
with blood;
blood has mixed
with tears.
Silently
you weep
until it's time
to start the new day.
The sun rises
and you wipe away
the blood,
dry your tears,
and make yourself
ready for the day.
No help for the little girl
inside of me.