dying slowly, but surely
withering with each day that passes by
watch my state of mind wilt like classroom plants
dying slowly, but surely
i want help, please help me
i don’t feel that well anymore
i want help, please help me
dying slowly, but surely
my mental well-being has been assimilated,
i mean assassinated
i want help, please help me
dead on the inside, alive on the outside
it’s only a matter of time before it becomes the other way around
find me face down in the bathroom
gone off the pills
lyin’ in a pool of vomit
i got too many thoughts of corruption lingering around in my subconscious
thinking about doing this, doing that
getting put in jail or on someone’s t-shirt
feeling like a failure
i couldn’t even get my high school crush
that’s how you know i suck at communication
a damn failure i am
can’t even get any from hoes in my messenger
terrible at making connections
yet can write like nobody’s damn business
i want help, please help me
why do i feel like i’m being watched and hunted
the artist is in his natural habitat, why not destroy it
i want help, please help me
i been going to counseling
it ain’t enough
you can argue that i’m taking those first steps
shit means nothing if i’m not getting any better
i’m gone off the Seroquel, writing these verses like they’re the last
hell, they could be if i ain’t careful enough
i want help, please help me
do i gotta write it in the sky
or put it on a flyer
i write my poems from the heart
i’m giving it all i got
is my finest really my finest
i’ll leave that up 2 you to decide
decipher the stuff i serve you
unlike a diner, i don’t take any orders
i want help, please help me
i want help, please help me
i want help, please help me
dead as hell dead as hell
dead as hell dead as hell
dead as hell please help me
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