Losing
Control
Daily.
Getting
Harder
Not
To
Cut
Myself
Wide
Open
With
My
Dull
Blade.
Going
To
Snap
Soon.
Yes
I'll
Regret
It
For
Years
To
Come.
Just
Can't
Take
All
The
Stress.
It's
Annoying.
Calling
For
Help
Would
Work.
Only
Problem
Is
...
I'm
Too
Ashamed
To
Ask
For
It.
Afraid
He'll
Be
Mad.
A
Part
Of
Me
Knows
He
Won't
Be.
He
Would
Try
To
Help.
I'm
Being
An
Embarassed
Coward
I
Guess.
