A letter for help

by remembertoexhale

I tried to redeem myself
but all I got was etches of goodness
in the middle of a scrambled up mess

I tried to rise up out of my comforts
and all that happened
was falling into a sweatshirt and jeans
telling myself
that the belted
chiffon shirt underneath can remain a mystery

I tried to help myself after being helped by someone else
and turns out
that maybe I can’t do this by myself
and I can’t get anywhere without some help
and as much as that makes me feel like an inadequate loser
maybe some help would be good
Because I am not sure how to get from behind point A
to point B anymore

and maybe,
just maybe
with a little bit of help
your help
I can get to the place where I belong