I'm not much for asking for help.
I normally keep to myself.
If I was buried I'd crawl out.
Climb up a mountain to seek the view.
Hurts like hell climbing over you.
I'm not even a priority.
Doesn't matter anymore it's now a past tense story.
Lessons tought but I still haven't learned.
I can escape but it'll catch up.
I've got no love.
Let me grab a coat.
Guess what? I'm still cold.
It's been so late, grab me some armor.
But the reality will still penetrate, I'm a be a goner.
Let's pretend I'm okay, but for that i need to be awake.
It's a struggle everyday,  my heart did break.
Pick it up I'm in need help.
It takes weeks to a month to have me replaced.
I'm nothing but a mistake.