The Help I Can't Get

I think that I need help,
I can't stand on my own.
But every single day,
I feel more alone.

The things my parents say,
they add on extra stress.
No matter what I do,
I'm only second best.

The life I live at home,
is living hell for me.
Instead of getting help,
I make myself bleed.

The blood flows down my arm,
the relief it brings is great.
But soon they turn to scars,
and the more of myself i'll hate.

I tried talking to my parents,
but my parents disagree.
"It's only for attention."
And then they ignore me.

The help my friends are getting,
make me envious, you know.
This loneliness and pain,
is slowly starting to grow.

It's taken time and patience,
to get to this point in time.
But all of these other secrets,
will forever be mine.

I think that I need help,
I can't stand on my own.
But every single day,
I feel more alone.