Help

When I am in need of help the most

The urge to deny it becomes stronger

I hear myself begging for assistance

Turning away from all that come

As if I want to help myself

As if I don't want help at all

As if I want to feel this pain

As if it's my subconscious telling me I deserve it

I seem to lock myself in my maze of a mind

Asking others for directions

Denying every route that's given

While all bystanders point out

I travel in

Searching for a map that hasn't been created

I don't know these turns or where they lead

I'm so lost

I refuse to be found