Getting Better

Maybe I should get some help
But the help lines, they cost too much
Not in money but in sores
Everything hurts, inside and out
I ache to move and to breath rips my throat
Nothings getting better
I’ve attacked myself
Left here crying
Laying on the cold cement
Collapsed to the floor
Staring blankly at the ceiling
What’s left of me?
I’m still bleeding
And nothing’s getting better
Maybe I want some help
But nothing seems to matter
Nothing’s getting any better
I could chop off my hair
Alter my appearance
But still nothing changes
I still have no where to go
Always shedding tears
I’m crying alone on the floor
With only the comfort of knowing
That nothing is getting any fucking better