Help?

What must I do to help myself or anybody else?
I know I have to put my pride on a shelf.
Do I ask for the help I know I need?
Or is there something else I need to see?
My mind is jumbled and in a haze.
I’m confused and in a daze.
Do I find a place to help me cope?
Where can I find my long lost hope?
I thought I had a plan that would help me through
But now I don’t know what to do.
I’ve tried to conquer this many times before,
Now I’m again left lying on the floor.
How do I let out all the things rummaging inside?
How do I not hide?
I’ve never really let go of the pain,
And I’ve never felt the same.
How do I find out what I need?
How can I be free?
All I thought I needed was a hand to get through.
Even hand in hand, I still don’t know what to do.
My plan has turned around.
My plan has dragged me down.
I found myself in a deeper hole each time.
With every passing moment, I felt guiltier of my crime.
The scars are a part of my past,
They are a part of my hidden mask.
How can I change the way I deal?
How can I change the way the scars make me feel?