Help

I wake up in the mornings Sinking halfway to the bottom There's a loud distorted screaming in my soul Everything is dark and empty And I don't know how to fix it So I curl up in a ball And cry in the comfort of my home I don't know why I feel like shit I say I'm fine but I'm not fine I'm dying inside And all I see are demons I try to hide All my deepest feelings I'm dying inside And all I see are demons I try to hide all my deepest feelings I think there's something wrong with me 'Cause all I see is death Everytime I go outside I look like I've been doing meth And I sleep for nineteen hours on a Thursday afternoon And every now and then I cough up blood And I don't know what to do I don't know why I feel like shit I will not see a therapist Ladies and gentlemen, If you wanna fucking kill yourself Put your fucking hands up (yeah!), Razor blades in the air everybody (yeah!) (*Coughing*) Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, help, help, help, help, help, help, HELP! I'm dying inside And all I see are demons I try to hide all my deepest feelings I'm dying inside And all I see are demons I try to hide all my deepest feelings