I realized I needed to do something I hate doing. I needed to ask for help.

One Day

I put on a fake smile.

I'm sick of all the lying.

I'm alone and feel the pain.

I'm sick of all the crying.

All this pain.

I can't take it.

I used to be able to.

But now I can't, I'll admit.

I couldn't do it.

I need assistance.

Trying to help myself,

only created more distance.

One day, I will stand alone.

Not needing anyone.

When that day comes,

I'll know that I've won.