I got sad

Sad is truly an understatement

An understatement that I hate to talk about

About three years ago it got bad

Bad enough to where I needed to talk

Talk to people who knew what to say

Say the things I needed to hear

Hear the things my mind would block

Block things I didn't want to believe

To believe is to admit that it's true

It's true so what do I do now

Now I have no choice but to unweave

Unweave the wall which I've built

I've built a new person now

Now I admit what I'm going through

Through good and bad no there's no guilt