Help

You know when you are truly broken,

When you have to repeat the words "I'm fine",

Not just to convince your worried friends,

But to also persuade yourself as well.

Despite you telling me that I need help,

I refuse it because I'm too scared,

Of what will happen if I so have help,

And of what people will assume if I do.

I know that you are right about me,

And I am so sorry for annoying you,

But I don't know how to get the help,

The help I need to finally survive.

I'm really trying to get better,

It is just incredibly hard for me,

Knowing that I can't do this myself,

Scares me more than one may tend to believe.

Thank you for being patient with me, 

I know I am very much a nuisance,

but I hope this begins to explain,

What I usually hate to tell people.