Crying Out For Help

Isn't it sad how people cry out for help and the tears get ignored No one to help us find the missing pieces to the jigsaw I need help, but no one is Willing to give a hand When I cry out for help, I get called weak because I'm a man Mental health remains taboo to talk about Caged in with depression, and they don't want me to let my thoughts out There's a long road ahead, with no short route I'm trapped inside these 4 walls and I can't walk out Tell me everything will be okay, I need that lie I need that fake positivity in my life I'm on my knees, looking at the sky With no one to wipe away the tears I cry My pen is screaming, my pen's breaking Staring at the blade, trying to fight the temptation My demons are calling but I'm trying to keep them waiting If I relapse with self-harm, could you forgive me for enjoying the sensation? 5 years free from self-harm, but what if I have a weak moment? For 10 years, depression has been my opponent I'm fighting with all my strength, but I'm scared it's about to beat me Told people I'm bipolar and they chose to leave me Why didn't my dad want me? Why wasn't I enough? Why wasn't I as important as the alcohol in his cup? Why did my mum choose him over me? Why am I not worthy of a hug? Holding the world up has left my shoulders bruised My hearts broken, because it's been over used No one cherished it, they all left it in pieces Now you can live in my world, because that's the death of my secrets Isn't it sad how people cry out for help and the tears get ignored No one to help us find the missing pieces to the jigsaw I need help, but no one is Willing to give a hand When I cry out for help, I get called weak because I'm a man