21 September

21 September was the day I hit my breaking point
How long it's been since I've cried like this
Doesn't make me feel better
Doesn't change a thing
My weakness may create this monster 
But I don't want it to swallow me
I feel like I'm losing this fight 
Running us into this endless wall 
And I find that sorry isn't an answer
To the questions that we ask 
Fuck if I'll stop trying
But god does it hurt
To keep falling to my knees like this
To destroy myself piece by piece
If I'm my problem, which is the case
How in the world can I fix it?
And how can I ask them to,
When I can't even help myself? 
It's bigger than just me now though,
And I'm not good at asking for help
But god do I wish they could save me...