I called a Suicide Helpline, but they didn't help me commit suicide.
Tbh they really left me hanging there.
I wouldn't call a Suicide Help-line even if my life depended on it.
What do a blonde chick and a turtle both have in common?
When they're on their backs, they're screwed.
Your arms are open They stretch towards me Reaching, grabbing, pulling me Surrounding me Drowning me in my helplessness Time standing still, inside here Looking through windows, time passing by Let me go, will ya
