i’ve been in a very bad place as of late,

but i always have; maybe it is my fate

to be miserable; how else could i pay

for the things i have done? i could not say.

someone save me from this hell;

come drag me up from where i fell;

come talk to me; please come and tell

me that you love me; make me well.

someone please give me a hand;

give me a home and a place to stand;

give me scissors to cut the band

of thorns around my neck by my command.

“i don’t need help” you’ll hear me say,

but don’t believe me; i’ll decay

because i can’t keep my thoughts at bay;

because my own body plots foul play.