Help Me, I’m dying,

But I’m alive

I hurt, but there are no scars

I need some help, but I can’t ask

Cause my pain is from inside

Where the demons are

But they must hide

Or else the skeletons in my closet follow them come out

I need help!

Help me

Help me—no

Help me not

Because those demons must stay inside

Because If I ask for help,

just like ducks in a pond,

I get too close and they’re gone

Maybe cause they get a glance at what’s inside

Help me

Help me—no

Help me not

Because I have to listen to all that bullshit:

“I understand”

“It’s not that bad”

“You can trust me”

But why should I?

Help me

My sanity is being preyed upon

The demons, trying to escape

Shredding the fragile veil of my mind

No, help me not

Because all that must stay inside.