another couldn't fix myself

and i would beg to be helped.

i'd cry out,

"why is nobody helping me?"

but they were.

i was not helping myself.

every time help would come by,

i would scare them off

or i would reject their advice.

i was unfixable to others,

but unbeknownst to myself,

i was the only remedy.

inevitably, the time will pass;

my days will always end and they will also begin.

i used to spend my time wallowing,

until i realised,

only i can fix myself.