Thoughts from the Heart

Help me

The feeling of judgment
Whether real or perceived
Cuts like a knife
Old wounds start to bleed
I don't want your pity
I just want you to see
That I'm hurting inside
And I just want to be free
I need someone to talk to
Someone I can trust
Who won't go behind my back
Will keep it between us
Don't know who I am anymore
A shell my old self
It's hard to find your way
When you're lost inside yourself
Sick of crying to others
For fear that one day
They will have enough
And push me away
I want to get better
I just don't know how
Because feelings of happiness
My brain just won't allow
People look at mental illness
As a disease that's not real
But dear God I want to get better
Dear God please help me heal.