with my problems and worries.
with my fears and anxiety.
I admit that I need help,
from the people around me,
family and friends or even strangers.
I admit that I need help,
more than I could ever realised.
I admit that I need help,
I admit that I can't keep things on my own.
I admit that there's something wrong with me.
I know that.
But I don't know how to.
or Maybe I don't want people to know.
I am scared of letting them in.
I am scared of letting them know that I need help.
I am scared of throwing myself at them,
I am scared of another distress, desolation and agony.
I am scared of how the past turned out to be,
I am scared if it will happened again,
and I'll be suffering huge traumatized again--
