Help me get over you. I can’t love you anymore. I married someone else. I had to get away from the craziness that we caused together. I need some stability. I can’t love you anymore. I will love you until I die. I wish that I didn’t
Help, the thing you do when you see an old woman crossing the street. Help the thing you do when you see another drop a stack of papers. Help the thing you do when you see a man starving in the street
Lots of people need help. Help with their homework. Help carrying a box. Help dealing with their emotions. So many people needing help with things but not enough people to provide the help needed. What are we going to do when EVERYONE needs help but there is no one to get help from?
kelp whelp shelp melp pelp . . . palp? Palpitations? My heart is racing, but not in the “workhorse” kind of way . . . more of the “seizuring hummingbird” sense. I fear for my very life . . . but not for long.
Help me please, I have no idea what to say to this idiot I once called a friend. What can one say to mend a friendship that they themselves ruined with a kiss? I know he’s angry, I just wish he could tell me to my face.
Help! I need help to stop drinking! That’s what I said to myself a year and a half ago. It worked. I helped me (and got some help) and remain sober to this day.
I told you, did I not? Of course I did. Help me help you – I tell you things and you should listen. I told you, did I not? Of course I did. You never understood how much you need me.
Help, I’m drowning in a sea of my own thoughts. People tell me that I’m getting closer to the surface, but the water is still killing me. I just want to live, in spite of my daily please to the contrary. Someone, anyone help. Everyone else has left me. I have no where to go anymore.
“Help me,” I begged, clutching to his shirt. He swatted at me effortlessly, destroying any hope I had in him.
“Take her down to the dungeon,” he muttered, and walked swiftly away, not bothering to glance back.
Help is so distant, lost in the fog that is life. A whisper out of earshot, a hand who’s fingertips barely touch but can’t grasp. We cry for help, but seldom heard. But who, after all, is going to save us?
“Help!” she screamed as she ran, but it was no use. There was no one with in a 3-mile radius besides her and him. He descended upon her, and there she stood, helpless, forced to accept her fate.
Help. I’m drowning in a sea of abysmal qualities. I can’t live up to the expectations of others. I’m lost without my friends to hold me up. What shall I do without the help of a friend? I’m falling… falling… I’m gone. Where was my help?
Me I’m a whale.
HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP.
Sounds a lot like whelp.
Which is a word that reminds me of nasty shellfish.
Annnd that kissing boy in those books.
With the Angus.
And Thongs.
WHELP BOY.
Also, hitting. Reminds me of hitting.
pounds of atoms spinning in the distance, indistinct, wavering through heat waves melting on the blacktop. if you were the pinnacle, I am the precipice. if you were the criminal, I am the jail sentence. you are a lupine anacoluthia, jagged teeth and wagging tail.
Help me if you can I’m feeling down?
Wont you help me get my feet back on the ground?
Wont you please please help meee?
Ooooh?
Beatles!!!
Ha.
This word is so not, HELPFUL.
help me overcome this battle.heart vs mind.pride vs honesty.i don’t expect you to understand the ways of my new plan. but maybe by feeding my craving it will diminish? forgive me for i know it is not orthodox. but i have no other way so this secret i take to the grave.
She sat with the Absolut vodka half empty on the table, one more empty shot glass in hand.
I could really use some help, she thought, pouring another shot. It was one of the worst days: four years ago to the hour, her grandfather passed away, and there was no way she could get through it without some help.
Thank you, Absolut, she mused, pouring the hot alchy down her throat again.
Help comes on little cat feet. Or in the back of limo. Or riding a camel over the sand. Welcome it. Give it your hand. Help needs help too, just like everyone.
“Would you please hurry up?!” I yelled to Julian. My legs were sinking faster into the mud, and my hands were sinking too. He spotted me and made no effort in hurrying to rescue me.
“I don’t need your help,” he said bitterly, knocking aside the offered hand. The last thing he wanted was sympathy; this was his problem and no one else’s. That was how it always had been, and always would be.
HELP. HELP. I’m trapped in this little hole. Why can’t anyone hear me? WHY CAN’T YOU HEAR ME? WHERE ARE YOU? SOMEONE ANYONE. I need somebody. Where is everyone? How did this happen? Why can’t I get out. The walls, they’re so slippery.
I’m sitting here
Choking
On the emptiness
Creeping
Up my throat.
I don’t know what to do
Anymore
As the blackness
Spreads
Throughout my bones.
Please stop it, it
Feasts
On my marrow
I need your
Help
Save me from this.
no matter how hard you struggle and plead while you drown in the water leaving your eyes. the word never crosses your lips. it’s not an option. must you always prove a point? just ask for some fucking help.
The little boy ran up to his mom. His shoe had come untied. He grabbed her hand and pointed. She looked and followed his gesture. “Do you need help tying your shoe?” she asked.
Help. I need it.
I need help with a lot of things.
I wish someone could just go inside my head for
a day and come back out to tell me if i’m normal
or not. That might help
Help! Sydni wont write anything, Im not sure why – she started me on this. I need her to write something. She needs herself to write something. Yet she refuses to write. Help
everyone reaches out for help at some point. it takes courage. it takes confidence. many view asking for help as a sign of weakness, that is shows you cannot be self sufficient.
I need help. So i thought, now I feel level headed. I am in the best of situations and for once I don’t feel the need of others opinions and guidance to make decisions for myself. I am happy and well and it’s such an amazing feeling to be experiencing.
Help me get over you. I can’t love you anymore. I married someone else. I had to get away from the craziness that we caused together. I need some stability. I can’t love you anymore. I will love you until I die. I wish that I didn’t
Help, the thing you do when you see an old woman crossing the street. Help the thing you do when you see another drop a stack of papers. Help the thing you do when you see a man starving in the street
Lots of people need help. Help with their homework. Help carrying a box. Help dealing with their emotions. So many people needing help with things but not enough people to provide the help needed. What are we going to do when EVERYONE needs help but there is no one to get help from?
help is something everyone needs you just have to have the balls to ask. sometimes life would be impossible without it.
It’s hardest to know when to ask for help.
Do ordinary people need help? Do I need help? I can do anything, alone, but can I get help anyways?
Can you help me??
kelp whelp shelp melp pelp . . . palp? Palpitations? My heart is racing, but not in the “workhorse” kind of way . . . more of the “seizuring hummingbird” sense. I fear for my very life . . . but not for long.
i need someone.
now, because i’m a fascist.
Help me please, I have no idea what to say to this idiot I once called a friend. What can one say to mend a friendship that they themselves ruined with a kiss? I know he’s angry, I just wish he could tell me to my face.
Help! I need help to stop drinking! That’s what I said to myself a year and a half ago. It worked. I helped me (and got some help) and remain sober to this day.
I told you, did I not? Of course I did. Help me help you – I tell you things and you should listen. I told you, did I not? Of course I did. You never understood how much you need me.
Help, I’m drowning in a sea of my own thoughts. People tell me that I’m getting closer to the surface, but the water is still killing me. I just want to live, in spite of my daily please to the contrary. Someone, anyone help. Everyone else has left me. I have no where to go anymore.
“Help me,” I begged, clutching to his shirt. He swatted at me effortlessly, destroying any hope I had in him.
“Take her down to the dungeon,” he muttered, and walked swiftly away, not bothering to glance back.
Help is so distant, lost in the fog that is life. A whisper out of earshot, a hand who’s fingertips barely touch but can’t grasp. We cry for help, but seldom heard. But who, after all, is going to save us?
She didn’t want help, so she tried to look like she didn’t need it. It worked.
“Help!” she screamed as she ran, but it was no use. There was no one with in a 3-mile radius besides her and him. He descended upon her, and there she stood, helpless, forced to accept her fate.
eyes widen. fear-filled.
“why-” doesn’t finish.
a tear, unnoticed.
“help me. please, please help me.”
none arrives.
“i don’t know where i am,” he chokes. “please… please.”
slamming doors, footsteps. time’s up. “please. help.”
Help. I’m drowning in a sea of abysmal qualities. I can’t live up to the expectations of others. I’m lost without my friends to hold me up. What shall I do without the help of a friend? I’m falling… falling… I’m gone. Where was my help?
there came a time when i needed its help, time when it purged all hope. endone my companion
Me I’m a whale.
HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP.
Sounds a lot like whelp.
Which is a word that reminds me of nasty shellfish.
Annnd that kissing boy in those books.
With the Angus.
And Thongs.
WHELP BOY.
Also, hitting. Reminds me of hitting.
pounds of atoms spinning in the distance, indistinct, wavering through heat waves melting on the blacktop. if you were the pinnacle, I am the precipice. if you were the criminal, I am the jail sentence. you are a lupine anacoluthia, jagged teeth and wagging tail.
Help me if you can I’m feeling down?
Wont you help me get my feet back on the ground?
Wont you please please help meee?
Ooooh?
Beatles!!!
Ha.
This word is so not, HELPFUL.
help me overcome this battle.heart vs mind.pride vs honesty.i don’t expect you to understand the ways of my new plan. but maybe by feeding my craving it will diminish? forgive me for i know it is not orthodox. but i have no other way so this secret i take to the grave.
When the light fades and time makes you fall to your needs, there will be blood on my hands ready to help you stand. I believe in your life.
She sat with the Absolut vodka half empty on the table, one more empty shot glass in hand.
I could really use some help, she thought, pouring another shot. It was one of the worst days: four years ago to the hour, her grandfather passed away, and there was no way she could get through it without some help.
Thank you, Absolut, she mused, pouring the hot alchy down her throat again.
Help comes on little cat feet. Or in the back of limo. Or riding a camel over the sand. Welcome it. Give it your hand. Help needs help too, just like everyone.
“Would you please hurry up?!” I yelled to Julian. My legs were sinking faster into the mud, and my hands were sinking too. He spotted me and made no effort in hurrying to rescue me.
“I don’t need your help,” he said bitterly, knocking aside the offered hand. The last thing he wanted was sympathy; this was his problem and no one else’s. That was how it always had been, and always would be.
HELP. HELP. I’m trapped in this little hole. Why can’t anyone hear me? WHY CAN’T YOU HEAR ME? WHERE ARE YOU? SOMEONE ANYONE. I need somebody. Where is everyone? How did this happen? Why can’t I get out. The walls, they’re so slippery.
I’m sitting here
Choking
On the emptiness
Creeping
Up my throat.
I don’t know what to do
Anymore
As the blackness
Spreads
Throughout my bones.
Please stop it, it
Feasts
On my marrow
I need your
Help
Save me from this.
no matter how hard you struggle and plead while you drown in the water leaving your eyes. the word never crosses your lips. it’s not an option. must you always prove a point? just ask for some fucking help.
I need your help to keep moving forward. You are my strength, the reason why I have succeeded thus far. You are my light, and my happiness.
The little boy ran up to his mom. His shoe had come untied. He grabbed her hand and pointed. She looked and followed his gesture. “Do you need help tying your shoe?” she asked.
Help. I need it.
I need help with a lot of things.
I wish someone could just go inside my head for
a day and come back out to tell me if i’m normal
or not. That might help
There was nothing I could do. I had caps lock on the whole time and now i was going to need someone to bail me out.
attempting to help
with all the best intentions
a tragic mistake
I need some help with – lots of things.
It’s always been hard for me to ask for help. Maybe that comes from asking and not getting. Anyway. I’m learning.
Help! Sydni wont write anything, Im not sure why – she started me on this. I need her to write something. She needs herself to write something. Yet she refuses to write. Help
everyone reaches out for help at some point. it takes courage. it takes confidence. many view asking for help as a sign of weakness, that is shows you cannot be self sufficient.
I need help. So i thought, now I feel level headed. I am in the best of situations and for once I don’t feel the need of others opinions and guidance to make decisions for myself. I am happy and well and it’s such an amazing feeling to be experiencing.