once I admitted my condition I overcame the condition I didn't want to admit I needed help in order to release myself
from the bondage and
restraints that wouldn't
let go of the hold on me
so tight I could no longer
stand the stress and pressure of the depression
I had to admit my condition
I had to point to where it hurt I had to sit down and rest my nerves most of my life been institutionalize I had to confess I been depressed I had to realize I had to apologize I had to say "I didn't mean to" with tears in my eyes been up been down been around the corner and the block more than a few times I had to admit my crime confess them all young ones old ones big and small sitting in a room watching a clock on a the wall on suicide watch I couldn't help myself had to ask for help I couldn't admit I was powerless I couldn't admit to the power stronger than me I'm weak I'm in need I felt shame I pass the blame but couldn't explain why I couldn't change myself I couldn't explain if I claim to be strong why I couldn't I break the chain I was on if I was so he'll bent on killing things why I couldn't stop the pain from killing me I had to do something about what I discovered I had to be serious about my recovery it was hard to admit there's some stuff that's hard to quit unless I admit it makes me sick to think about it and it takes time to heal from it