I want help and I need it now.
I need someone to hold me,
someone to help me through it all.
I asked for your help,
and you turned me down.
Before it was you who would say I needed help,
trying to drag me from counselor to psychiatrists,
all to no avail because to me I was fine.
I tunred away your help, offeres, and concerns.
hated you and regretted telling,
and wanted so desperately to hide.
Yet here I am at your door saying that I was so wrong.
I need your help, I really want it.
Im sorry if I ever made you mad,
and if at times we didn't see eye to eye,
but im trying and im crying out,
why can't you just be there.
So I don't seem committed enough you say.
I understand what you mean.
Yet asking for help is more then I have really ever done.
They say to take things step by step.
So why can't we start the healing
with this single step.