All Hail

Nobody knows me

I can't trust anyone anymore

I can't get out of bed anymore

My future now looks even grimmer than before

Would you rather be a slave to yourself

Where you'd push away all necessary help?

Everyone is scared of going to hell

But no one sees that we're in it right now can you not tell?

I breathe air that someone else breathes out

I do things I know full well I'm not allowed

I'm addicted to pain and I could use an intervention

I would kill myself but that's a cry for attention