Help

I reach out for help You say I’m messed up You take my phone for no reason I won’t get it back for another season She doesn’t know, she doesn’t understand In her house I can’t make a stand  Sometimes I don’t want your hand Because I need a hand  I make the physical scars  Because of you leaving the mental scars  You said you would never hurt me  So I’ll leave you be  When I needed medical attention  The problem, I didn’t mention  You said I don’t need the hospital  You let them take me like I’m hostile  I’ve given up on trying to change…