For many years,
I struggled.
Paranoia
Phobias
Depression
Tormented all the time
Never speaking a word.

Every little thing scared me
Every little thing brought me down
Every little thing pushed me closer
Closer to the edge,
Closer to giving up,
But I was stopped.

Asking for help scared me more
More than any other thing possibly could
But enough became enough

Sitting in the car
On the top of the garage
My boyfriend on me sobbing
Looking over at the racing cars
“Don't jump”

Enough was enough
It was time

Already 18,
But still a child,
Crying in the classroom for my mommy

Mom I can't do this anymore
“Do what honey?”
Live

My cry for help was answered
My greatest fear conquered
I could finally get what was needed
And I will always ask for help