Analysis of Help Me (MAJOR TW for self-injury and su!c!de)

Help me,
Help me.
If you don’t help me
I might lose this fight
And I’ll seek death
As my refuge.
Help me,
Help me.
This is killing me slowly.
Death is on its way
Because I called it
On the phone,
Asking in desperation
For it to come
And take me away forever.
Help me,
Help me.
I’m dying inside my head.
I desperately want
Death to kidnap me
So I can be
Locked away forever.
Help me,
Help me.
I’m slipping,
I’m falling.
Clutching at empty air
As I fall and drop and
Plunge toward the ground,
Breaking my skull
And shattering my heart.
Help me,
Help me.
The knife is closer,
The blood is tempting.
The physical pain
Is my want
And the stinging cut
Is my need.
Help me,
Help me.
Death is near.
I can feel its
Presence very close.
It’s luring me
To the darkness.
It’s tempting me
To the night.
Help me,
Help me.
I can’t get out of here.
I’m sinking
In this quicksand
And I’m dying
Slowly but quickly.
I can’t escape
From my head
Filled with death.