Why is it so hard for me to ask for help?
When did I get so comfortable living in this hell?
I try to scream and I try to yell.
But no one is listening, and no one can tell.
That Im trapped in this darkness, and it's taking over my mind.
I pray everyday, that I don't run out of time.
Time to make things right, yeah this time its for good.
I always got it wrong because I never understood.
But it's never too late to learn.
That's what I'm learning myself.
This time I'll put my pride away, and finally ask for help.

© Cassandra A.D.J