I’m too proud to ask

I wish I could say sorry for being me

I’m not all what I was meant to be

I disappointed you in everything I did

Every conflict I ran and hid

I forgot everything I messed it all up

I drove you crazy till you got fed up

I tried to seek help that didn’t help much

I disappointed myself, a messed up fuck

How can I love you when I can’t even love me?

I can’t escape my mind, no get out of jail free

I torture myself with every thought while alone

Who would I call if I picked up the phone?

No one listens or offers help

I’m too proud to ask for my mental health