Help

You said you don’t like me because of what I do to myself  
but you fail to realize that these things  
I harbor in my mind like ships without sails are immovable.  
Believe me I’ve tried. I still don’t know how to ask for help.  
Growing up I had to kiss my own scars  
and put my own band-aids on my scraped knees.  
I’m sorry I grew up too fast  
and my innocence stripped away by this cold and unforgiving world.  
Because of this help became a far off island in the vast sea of black.  
I live in this blackness and have known nothing but since birth.  
The idea that people would even want to help
became something unthinkable.  
When you are alone for so long,  
you learn to fend for yourself  
and that’s something I just can’t seem to shake.  
When you are alone for so long  
you learn to expect the worse out of people
and that’s something I can’t seem to shake.  
I’m sorry I guess that’s just one more lesson I have to unlearn.