I really don't want your help
It makes me feel weak
Like I can't fend for myself
I know I say I hate feeling alone
But to be honest
I feel awkward when you say
"I'll help you"
But can't you see!
I would rather die
Than get better
Screw it
I'm fine with pretending a little longer
I'm fine with shedding more tears
Just keep your mouth shut
Maybe for another year?
I want to get through this
BY MYSELF
I feel like a child
When you say you'll help
I REALLY DON'T WANT IT!
I'm fine with this
Really I am.
Don't call me beautiful
Don't call me perfect
Don't say you can help
Because you can't
I'm either winning this battle
On my own
Or I'm going to die in the process
And to be even more honest
That's fine with me
Don't help me
I don't want it
I say I want your help
But then
When someone found out
I really wish they would just forget it
I let you down
I'm sorry
Thank...
But no thanks.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*