I do not know how to ask for help,
I was taught to never embrace the idea of even asking for help because that would be a sign of vulnerability,
something to be taken advantage of
I thought they lied,
Like the boy who cried wolf,
Instead I was met with what I was warned
After that, I couldn't trust a single soul
I couldn't trust a single soul because they said I should've saw it coming,
That it was a deer in headlights,
That I was warned and I was
But that didn't stop me from hoping for the best,
That didn't stop me from hoping this time it would've been different from the last,
and the last,
and the last.
Now they've reached out their hand,
Offering me help but I decline,
Scared of what could happen,
Scared that it'll happen again,
Like last time.
Because I never learn.
Because I only wanted to help.
