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!
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 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