Mama.
Help me.
Your little princess is in distress.
There is little voices in her head that she\'s gonna end up dead.
Mama.
Help me.
I\'m broken.
I\'m damaged.
No amount of pills or therapy can save me from these gruesome thoughts that flood my head.
Day after day I feel like I\'m growing more and more insane.
Mama,
Save me.
I\'m slowly dying,
Here I am,
flicking the ash of my last cigarette on the edge of which I call my home.
My thoughts are too strong,
So,
save me.
before I fall.