I need your help,
I despise needing you,
I wish that I didn’t need your help,
I wish that I could walk away from you,
I hate asking you for help.
You open your mouth and my anger takes over,
We argue and argue,
I wish needing you was over,
Yet there’s nothing I can do except argue,
Maybe one day my destiny would finally say, “It’s over.”
For now I have to continue to be your prisoner,
Do my best to breathe when you trigger my anxiety attacks,
I’m going to do my best to survive being your prisoner,
Yet I’m never going to remain quiet even when you trigger my attacks,
Most of all, I’m not going to say, “I want to die,” just because I’m your prisoner.