I feel like I’m losing my mind, though I know I’m not.
No one believes me when I say I’m drowning in hopelessness,
like I’ve been shattered into a million pieces.
It’s like I’m at war—fighting alone,
outnumbered by a sea of people,
knowing I’m not going to win,
but still trying,
because a tiny spark of hope refuses to die.

I’m begging—pleading—with those who know my story
to reach out and pull me from this chaos.
On my knees, I cry for help,
caught in the mess I’ve made of my own life.
Even with the self-awareness that I’ve led myself here,
I still feel powerless.
I don’t know what to do,
or even what to feel anymore.