A part of me dies
every time I ask for help,
and am ignored,
ridiculed
or belittled for asking for it.
And it discombobulates me greatly
when you ask me
why I never asked for help…
A part of me dies
every time I ask for help,
and am ignored,
ridiculed
or belittled for asking for it.
And it discombobulates me greatly
when you ask me
why I never asked for help…