Hello? Is anybody out there?
Can you hear me?Please…help.
I’m stuck down here, help me!
Do you hear me? I can’t get out…
Say something! Do you see me?
Here! In the well! Anyone?
It’s dark down here and cold
And I’m scared and alone.
What are you doing down there?
Said a lady in grey clothing and hair.
Scowling at the girl stuck inside the well,
she asked:Why are you making such a fuss?
The well doesn’t even have that much depth.
The girl below stared hopefully at the
Woman peering at her from above.
The grey lady spoke again,
People have much greater troubles,
Some are stuck in canyons
Whilst you draw attention to your shallow well.
Get out of the well on your own.
The girl replied: But how?
I don’t see a ladder or a rope…
How do I get myself out of here?
How do I cope?
Clamber up the walls,
The other voice said.
But I don’t see walls,
I see darkness everywhere;
Why won’t you help me?!
The grey woman left her alone.
Alone inside the damp,dark well.
Alone with her thoughts,
Succumbing to her helplessness,
Pain throbbing in the middle of her chest,
Mucus closing down her wind pipe,
Left alone with no help,
Stuck inside a well…
Because others had canyons.
What depression, anxiety, and other similar problems feel like. Greater problems of another, don’t make your problems any less. Seek help. Don’t be The Girl In The Well.