Heartless

Who can you call when your drowning in your own body? When your so far down that the top looks like a mere speck of sand in comparison to the beach. When you've run out of tears and your crying with your own heart? What can you do when there's no one there to save you? When your own thoughts are killing you slowly, stab by stab, and your the murderer? How can such an innocent life get so pressured and shaped into the greedy hands of society that you'd rather take it than be who you are? What do you do when your hurt? But most importantly, what do you do when your permanently hurt? And nothing can fix you.