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!), raise your blades in the air everybody (yeah!) 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