Someday I'll Be Free

Admitting you want out is hard,
Doing something about it is harder,
Asking for help, forcing a change,
it's all new, it's all raw, it's all scary.

Each silent plea ruins the progress,
Each time i doubt, i take a step back.
Every time i step back i fall back into the black void,
called depression.

But I'm going to keep trying,
I'm going to keep climbing,
And as a reward,
I'll be free.