Bittersweet

That day will come. I can see myself crying in despair, begging for some help. I should end this. I must not continue on this uncertain path. I want reassurance and not just words. I am in no position to ask for more. Therefore, I would have to leave this. At some stage, I would have to. I am buying time here. God, help me. Give me the strength to. Give me the courage to. I don't know what to do. Give me some sign. Any sign. I want to be happy. I want to walk as freely, hand in hand. It's my fault. I knew what I was getting into but I was too weak to fight it. Please. Help me.