she didn’t want it but everyone gave it to her anyway. she scorned their help, because she wanted, wanted desperately to be strong and solid and not weak and and soft, like she thought everyone was making her out to be. she was of course, a character of deep complexity and intense stubbornness.
You needed help but I hesitated. I didn’t think that my help could matter that much to anyone. My head lowered, I peeked at you through my lashes. You assigned yourself an aura of indifference.
As I though, nothing gets you down. That’s what I like about you.
Laura
He stood there staring at me, holding his intestines in with his hand. His mouth quivered—-the one thing I could not do “Help”. I stood there and watched him Die. It was all part of the game.
Help, I need somebody, help, not just anybody, help… And I can’t remember the rest. The Beatle are cool. Not that I’ve heard that many songs by them, but. Across the Universe is my favorite, I think (I like Fiona Apple’s version, and I kind of want to see the movie even though it looks trippy as hell). Hey Jude is my second favorite. Not sure why.
Na, na, na, nana na na, nana na na, hey Jude…
I couldn’t stand doing it.
I never considered I would have to do it.
It crept up inside me, a feeling.
I knew in a matter of seconds I’d be unsafe, and I’d need to utter the word.
That word.
it could save my life.
Help.
standing atop a mountin, she looks down to the deep valley floor and then up to the blue skies, she feels totally alone wanting to scream for help. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath of cool air, opens her eyes wide and jumps.
leah
i need somebody
help
not just anybody
help
you know i need someone
help
when i was younger so much younger than today
i never needed anybody’s help in anyway
but now these days are gone
and i’m not so self-assured
now i find
i change my mind, open up the door
help me if you can I’m feeling down.
I need all the help I can get. Life moves too quickly, can’t get enough done, then I have to rest which is necessary but seems like time being wasted. HELP!!
Peaceable
I can’t get out. I can’t breathe.
Why is no one there?
Can’t they see him dying?
Can’t they see me dying?
I scream at them, but they don’t understand.
Help.
Daphne
you could help me..instead you laugh as i tread water.your hidden clues are no help..they are just you taunting me,ridiculing my desire for you
Everybody needs help. It has been in hiding for as long as I can remember. Once it poked its head out over a garden hose and followed me about like a friendly snake that loved me until the day it disappeared into a hole in the ground.
Nancy O'Neill
Help me get through this
Help
I hate to admit that I need help
I want to take it all on my own
And appear strong
Even through my struggle
Because I don’t need
Help
I got this
He wanted to help but he couldn’t get out of his own way to take that first step out the door. Meanwhile the people stopped screaming on the second floor of the burning building across the street.
“Help, I need somebody, help! Not just anybody! Help. When I was younger so much younger than today, I never needed anybody’s help in anyway.” (Lennon/McCartney)
You need it. You don’t realize that while I have kept my distance, I still watch you. You’re an interesting specimen. Though you think you have it all figured out now, it’s obvious you are still floundering, gasping, crying for help through your actions. You still need that help but so far, it hasn’t appeared.
I’ve found mine, and I almost wish I could give that gift to you.
Sometimes, I need a lot of help. Sometimes it’s with school. Sometimes I need help getting to sleep. Sometimes I need help when I’m playing defense and there are three guys from the other team making a mad dash at me
Sometimes I need help helping others. Isn’t that funny?
Down we fall and spiral down that hole
Deeper and deeper we grow close to the bottom
Our cries of help will never surface
Our hopes of life are gone forever
I feel like I need to help people. Or help myself. Either way, I feel this strange need that other people need to be helped by each other. People just don’t seem to care about anything but themselves or their personal causes. is that not as bad as not caring at all?
I can’t do this anymore. My pride has seen me fall too many times. The shadows grow long like my beard. Time has come and time has passed. If I can’t figure out how to help myself I will turn to you.
to her,that i admired her and treated her kindly just meant that i was beyond help.so i have hid behind a mask of indifference,and treated her like one of the boys.i hated the lie,and myself for living it.but there ya go.
Dan
‘Help me up,’ I said as Shondra walked towards me, trying to contain herself from all the laughter. ‘It’s not that funny,’
‘It kinda is. It’s all profound, just like life. But hey, you’re up now, aren’t you?’
i am scathing the plains so intently that i inadvertently let go of the handle of the bag, and the ivory coloured buckle that clings to it falls to the floor and breaks. i sit down in the red dust and motion, speechlessly, the word i know will change everything.
hannah
HELP!! ¡SOCORRO! AYUDA! The kindest, meekest word in the English language; a word you rarely hear. Sometimes it can be the most destructive.
liss
I think I might need help. Is there anybody out there?
Brittaney Robison
i’m not going anywhere you need a hand, a joke, a hug, a swear word a pain in the ass. i’m here to help. i’m not going anywhere.
GG
If you don’t ask me for help, how am I going to know to give it to you? I’m afraid that you’re drowning and by the time you yell to be pulled up it will be too late.
Help! i shouted as I raced around the busy city. It seemed that no one could see me, or hear me for that matter. But he could see me. He could hear me. And he was almost here.
I need somebody. OK. It’s just a Beatles lyric. But those songs you listened to over and over when you were young never leave. They stay buried in your brain until one day they just emerge whenever they are triggered by some word like… Help.
help me. i wish i could help myself, but i need your voice, mine is too weak. it has been muted and silenced, over and over. i only hear it when everything else is silent. shout at me, shout loudly, so your voice echos in my ears.
sigrid
help me. i wish i could help myself, but i need your voice, mine is too weak. it has been muted and silenced.
sigrid
She screamed until her throat was raw and bloody.
She begged until she could not speak.
and they looked down at her and they sneered
and they said, “You’re nothing but a freak.”
and she thought to herself…
“Who would ever, ever help a freak?
it’s what i long from you. you continue your lives, not knowing that I watch your every move. if you ask me, i will give you what you need. yet you insist you need none of it. you continue.
she didn’t want it but everyone gave it to her anyway. she scorned their help, because she wanted, wanted desperately to be strong and solid and not weak and and soft, like she thought everyone was making her out to be. she was of course, a character of deep complexity and intense stubbornness.
You needed help but I hesitated. I didn’t think that my help could matter that much to anyone. My head lowered, I peeked at you through my lashes. You assigned yourself an aura of indifference.
As I though, nothing gets you down. That’s what I like about you.
He stood there staring at me, holding his intestines in with his hand. His mouth quivered—-the one thing I could not do “Help”. I stood there and watched him Die. It was all part of the game.
Help, I need somebody, help, not just anybody, help… And I can’t remember the rest. The Beatle are cool. Not that I’ve heard that many songs by them, but. Across the Universe is my favorite, I think (I like Fiona Apple’s version, and I kind of want to see the movie even though it looks trippy as hell). Hey Jude is my second favorite. Not sure why.
Na, na, na, nana na na, nana na na, hey Jude…
I couldn’t stand doing it.
I never considered I would have to do it.
It crept up inside me, a feeling.
I knew in a matter of seconds I’d be unsafe, and I’d need to utter the word.
That word.
it could save my life.
Help.
standing atop a mountin, she looks down to the deep valley floor and then up to the blue skies, she feels totally alone wanting to scream for help. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath of cool air, opens her eyes wide and jumps.
i need somebody
help
not just anybody
help
you know i need someone
help
when i was younger so much younger than today
i never needed anybody’s help in anyway
but now these days are gone
and i’m not so self-assured
now i find
i change my mind, open up the door
help me if you can I’m feeling down.
I need all the help I can get. Life moves too quickly, can’t get enough done, then I have to rest which is necessary but seems like time being wasted. HELP!!
I can’t get out. I can’t breathe.
Why is no one there?
Can’t they see him dying?
Can’t they see me dying?
I scream at them, but they don’t understand.
Help.
you could help me..instead you laugh as i tread water.your hidden clues are no help..they are just you taunting me,ridiculing my desire for you
Everybody needs help. It has been in hiding for as long as I can remember. Once it poked its head out over a garden hose and followed me about like a friendly snake that loved me until the day it disappeared into a hole in the ground.
Help me get through this
Help
I hate to admit that I need help
I want to take it all on my own
And appear strong
Even through my struggle
Because I don’t need
Help
I got this
He wanted to help but he couldn’t get out of his own way to take that first step out the door. Meanwhile the people stopped screaming on the second floor of the burning building across the street.
Help me if you can I’m feeling down. I’ll appreciate you – darling. I can stand, nevermind the dove flies. Darling, you can stay but you don’t – must.
“Help, I need somebody, help! Not just anybody! Help. When I was younger so much younger than today, I never needed anybody’s help in anyway.” (Lennon/McCartney)
You need it. You don’t realize that while I have kept my distance, I still watch you. You’re an interesting specimen. Though you think you have it all figured out now, it’s obvious you are still floundering, gasping, crying for help through your actions. You still need that help but so far, it hasn’t appeared.
I’ve found mine, and I almost wish I could give that gift to you.
Sometimes, I need a lot of help. Sometimes it’s with school. Sometimes I need help getting to sleep. Sometimes I need help when I’m playing defense and there are three guys from the other team making a mad dash at me
Sometimes I need help helping others. Isn’t that funny?
Down we fall and spiral down that hole
Deeper and deeper we grow close to the bottom
Our cries of help will never surface
Our hopes of life are gone forever
I feel like I need to help people. Or help myself. Either way, I feel this strange need that other people need to be helped by each other. People just don’t seem to care about anything but themselves or their personal causes. is that not as bad as not caring at all?
help me
someone
please notice
no one hears my
whispers through all these
shouts
i need help
please
won’t you just take a moment
and lend a hand
i need someone
i need help
“Stand down, Bart. He was obviously just asking for help.”
Bart looked up from the young man he had grasped by the shirt collar and gave Stanislas a disgusted look.
“Are you on our side or theirs??” he spat.
Stanislas sat down and thought a moment before replying.
“Well, Bart,” he began, “what can I say? Pizza is delicious.”
I can’t do this anymore. My pride has seen me fall too many times. The shadows grow long like my beard. Time has come and time has passed. If I can’t figure out how to help myself I will turn to you.
to her,that i admired her and treated her kindly just meant that i was beyond help.so i have hid behind a mask of indifference,and treated her like one of the boys.i hated the lie,and myself for living it.but there ya go.
‘Help me up,’ I said as Shondra walked towards me, trying to contain herself from all the laughter. ‘It’s not that funny,’
‘It kinda is. It’s all profound, just like life. But hey, you’re up now, aren’t you?’
i am scathing the plains so intently that i inadvertently let go of the handle of the bag, and the ivory coloured buckle that clings to it falls to the floor and breaks. i sit down in the red dust and motion, speechlessly, the word i know will change everything.
HELP!! ¡SOCORRO! AYUDA! The kindest, meekest word in the English language; a word you rarely hear. Sometimes it can be the most destructive.
I think I might need help. Is there anybody out there?
i’m not going anywhere you need a hand, a joke, a hug, a swear word a pain in the ass. i’m here to help. i’m not going anywhere.
If you don’t ask me for help, how am I going to know to give it to you? I’m afraid that you’re drowning and by the time you yell to be pulled up it will be too late.
I needed you, and you were there. I didn’t have to ask for help, you already knew. So when I hanged myself today, where were you?
Help! i shouted as I raced around the busy city. It seemed that no one could see me, or hear me for that matter. But he could see me. He could hear me. And he was almost here.
There is nothing out there that can help me. This life, these people, I’m alone. I feel desperately singular and cold.
There is nothing out there that can help me. This life, these people, I’m alone. I feel desperately singular and cold.
I need somebody. OK. It’s just a Beatles lyric. But those songs you listened to over and over when you were young never leave. They stay buried in your brain until one day they just emerge whenever they are triggered by some word like… Help.
“Help me if you can, I’m feeling dowwwwwwnnnnn!”
I really hoped that my little sister would soon understand that singly loudly didn’t necessarily mean singing well.
In the meantime:
“… And I do appreciate you being roooouuuunnnndddddd”
help me. i wish i could help myself, but i need your voice, mine is too weak. it has been muted and silenced, over and over. i only hear it when everything else is silent. shout at me, shout loudly, so your voice echos in my ears.
help me. i wish i could help myself, but i need your voice, mine is too weak. it has been muted and silenced.
She screamed until her throat was raw and bloody.
She begged until she could not speak.
and they looked down at her and they sneered
and they said, “You’re nothing but a freak.”
and she thought to herself…
“Who would ever, ever help a freak?
Help me learn, help me see, help me guide, help me lead.
That’s all I ask. That’s not too hard, is it?
it’s what i long from you. you continue your lives, not knowing that I watch your every move. if you ask me, i will give you what you need. yet you insist you need none of it. you continue.