Scared
Afraid of the things to come
Finally they have called
That’s good, because this couldn’t go on
But still it's scary
Do I really want to get help from anyone?
I do want to stop this
And I know this isn’t just gonna be gone
But why then does it feel so strange
Like I am betraying myself somehow
I’m glad I finally heard from them
And this help I have to allow
It was my choice
Have to remember that
And that it will get better
Still there this uneasy feeling I get
When the possibility of help
Is crossing my thoughts inside my head
I get scared, I shouldn’t need this
I have to do this on my own instead
But I know that’s just a voice
Lying, trying to make me see
That it’s okay what I’m doing
But that just isn’t the real me
That’s a part that doesn’t belong
Inside my head, it is not real
That’s why I need this help
So that once again I can normally feel
Have to remember this
So that I don’t give in to that voice
That just isn’t the real me speaking
It’s just a really annoying noise
That is making me feel
Like I’m not worth a thing
If I don’t listen to it
Darkness I start to bring
My light, it is not gone
It’s just shimmering in the back of my head
Waiting for an opportunity
To shine again, when this voice is dead