Help me please

The essence of all those cold sweats still make me freeze.

I have a story to tell will you help me, please??

I have always dreamt of fairy tales.

But God has written a bizarre script.

As I was dragging on the floor bleeding.

All broken and ripped.

I tried to call for help and shouted to stop,

And he traced my bottom and top,

Tore every cloth of my body.

All I did was try and try,

This whole world is a 'beautiful lie',

And we all are living in a myth.

I have a question to put on "WILL YOU HELP ME PLEASE"??