by Tanya Bainbridge

Created on: August 28, 2010

Here I stand all alone

I have no one to care for me or call my own.

Not a smile to make my day

Not a glance to look my way.

These four walls are crashing down on me

I have to get away, can’t you see?

I have put myself in a room so dark

Not a shimmer of light, not even a spark.

I need to get out of this hell I am in

I have to fight, I have to win

I have to escape, I have to get out

Even if it means, I need to scream and shout.

I need someone to talk to; I can’t do this by myself

They have to understand why I need this help

Someone to guide me out of this rut

Not someone to glare at me and ask me “WHAT?”

A doctor, a therapist…anyone

To make my pain go away, be done.

I need the hurt to go away

And I know it will take longer, not just a day.

Today is the day, I am going to see

What these professionals can do for me.

I have learned that it is not a race

For me to get better there will be pain, I have to face

Stop the hurt and the self harm

Getting over the ugliness and scars, I have done to my arms

Stop the negative, learn to turn it around

I can be happy, this I have found.

It is a long journey that I am going to take

I have to do this for my own sake.

So listen up and listen clear!

My phobia’s and my depression, I no longer fear!

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