I lose myself in
The anxiety attacks
And I hate it
And I regret it.

But I can't change it,
I can't control it.
I try and I try
And I fail.

I want to be
Whole
I want to be
Strong
But I'm going to need
A little help
Along the way.

I'm not the best at flying,
And I'm not the best at being
My best
But if you could hold my hand
Along the way
I might be
Okay.