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.