Asking for Help

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