Help. 
Such a simple word. 
Four letters and a breath. 
That’s all it takes. 
Help. 

But then, why can’t I say it? 
I try and I try and I try 
But the word is stuck in my throat. 
It doesn’t want to go past my lips. 
Sometimes, I manage to whisper it
The shell of the word burning 
As it struggles to get free. 
But it’s too late,
It’s always too late.
The moment’s gone.
No one sees it, no one hears it,
and I’m back at the beginning. 

One word.
It’s only one word
And yet I feel it weighting on me 
As rocks tied to my feet,
Ready to drown me. 
I need to get it out.
I need to say it before it’s too late;
Before I’m dragged to the bottom of the sea 
And I don’t have any breath left. 

One year. 
That’s what it takes 
For the word to pass my lips. 
One year, 
of struggles and pains. 
One year, 
of fighting the urge to let go 
and drown.
One year, 
of angry blades and sleepless nights
of voicelessness. 

I was breathless and speechless. 
I was at the bottom and
I almost gave in. 

But then, I remembered 
those four simple yet powerful letters. 
They echoed endlessly in my mind 
Silencing all other thoughts
Taking over my body, 
until I knew this was the only way out. 

I felt weak and worn out 
But it wouldn’t leave me alone
And it took all the strength left in me
to finally let it out. 

Help. 
Such a simple word. 
Four letters and a breath.
That’s all it takes
To spell help and 
make me breathe again. 

Who knew that such a simple word 
could be so powerful?