Reaching Out

It changes color
Once it dries
It changes
And becomes impure
Like the sky darkening
And becoming night
It always happens
You can’t stop it

But I’ve realized
That once the night is over
The light comes again
And I realize
I can make it pure again
Although I’ve already lost something
I can bring more
I can bring purity
Into my life

All it takes
Is another night
Leaving me alone
Leaving me broken
Feeling like nothing is right
That’s when I remember
I can make things pure
All I have to do
Is pick up the knife
Pick up the scissors
And soon enough
It’ll all be pure

I say “it was a mistake”
And I say
“I didn’t know what I was doing”
It used to be this way
When I never realized
How pure I was making things
But now it’s different
And I know perfectly well
I hold total control

I could have stopped
I knew what I was doing
I told myself
“I should call someone
I should get help”
But I ignored those thoughts
Because deep down
My mind was talking
It was telling me
That no one has to know

I didn’t plan on this
Didn't plan to confess
I was going to keep it in
Explain it another way
But it’s eating me up
It’s killing me inside
And maybe
This is my way
Of reaching out
And saying I need help
Saying I want help
Saying I can’t stop this
On my own