Help
Trying to tear down, the walls that I've built,
Layer upon layer, like the finest silt.
A brick at a time, I tried to dismantle,
The process is slow, like a burning candle.
Agonizing and painful, the memories unfold,
Whispers and torment that's never been told.
Fighting sanity, and the right to stay sober,
Wanting nothing more, then to have closure.
Things that happened, weren't always by choice,
Speaking out, is my anguish a voice.
Weaving a tapestry, of lies and deceit,
Not changing my ways, I'm destined to repeat.
Accepting help, is hard for me to do,
You can't do it alone, that statement rings true.
Driving for change, I keep falling short,
Getting in the way, myself I must thwart.
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