A Declaration Of Sorts

This is the last time that I feel lonely and sorry for myself. It's getting worse without your help. This is the last time that I feel tired. I've tried to sleep at night and days walk by without much light. Let me give back just a little. Let me give back just a little this time. Let me get back to the middle. Let me get back to the middle this time. This is the last time that I feel broken. I've tried to fix this mess. For years and years I fight my stress. This is the last time that I feel helpless. I've forced out every word and it still feels like I won't be heard. Won't you help me?