I will never forget what you took from me.
I will never forget how you changed my life.
I will never forget what you took from me.
You took my choice away. You took my voice.
You took away what made me, me.
After you, I had to rebuild myself.
I had to walk away and go someplace I have never been before.
My darkest place.
The scariest place.
Then had to do the hardest thing.
Asking for help you think should be easy.
It's simple to ask since only a couple of words I have to say.
With these words, however, carry a ball and chain with them.
A feeling evokes whenever I get the courage to finally ask for something.
Lines that I can only imagine my head crawling up my body and wrapping around my neck, taking all the words that I was going to say and throwing them into a box.
Like asking how something works don't affect me as badly.
It doesn't cause immense fear inside like a kiss of a snake is all it leaves in its wake, however.
A real ask for something that's more what causes the chain to clamp on and drag the words away.
Growing up, I was always independent, and still am if I'm being honest.
I thought that asking for help is a sign of weakness.
So I thought to do everything by myself.
This is because of what you took from me.
