A Declaration of Sorts

Small Brown Bike

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?