Nobody There

Three years.

That’s how long it took

for me to work up the courage

to call counseling services

to try to get myself help

and there was nobody there.

 

I’ll never call again.

I’ll never get better.

All because the one time

I conquered my anxiety

and tried to reach out

to find nobody there.

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Please Support Us and The March of Dimes

Hi everyone!  I’m not one to usually make posts like this but today it is of importance.

 

Tonight my sorority, Sigma Sigma Sigma – Alpha Beta Chapter, is having our annual philanthropy event Tri Sigma Night Live to benefit the Tri Sigma Foundation. The tri sigma foundation splits all proceeds between three amazing causes: The March of Dimes, The Robbie Page Memorial ( play therapy provided in hospitals for sick children) and scholarships for young women. A majority of the proceeds go towards the March of Dimes.  Our event starts in three hours and we are still short of meeting our goal. It would mean a lot if any of you would consider making a small donation to our cause. We’re trying to get our status back as the highest fundraising chapter in the nation.

Any little bit helps. Do it for the sick little babies!

 

Thank you!

 

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My Drug

 

It’s my drug

and I’m addicted.

It is my only escape.

I need it.

I can get it,

With just the wave of my hand.

Just a touch,

That isn’t special

Is what I need to stay alive.

I use it.

I abuse it.

It’s how I’ve learned to survive.

Sex is my weapon

Of protection

That I use to forget.

Memories

And the flashbacks

Are temporarily forgotten.

The release

Is the relief

My tortured mind needs.

I’m broken.

Can’t be saved.

My drug is keeping me alive.