"puppies. breathing. cherry pie
pick me up, I want to die
make me want to feel once more
take me to the sunny shore
build a castle on my head
shells and crabs and feeling dread
slap my face, cut my hair
gulping, gulping, there is no air
I float away on jellyfish
stinging, swaying, burning wish
sinking down, blue depths below
torture, grief you'll never know
leave me here, I changed my mind
my wretched body you'll never find"
An adept use of language to describe the "almost zone" of wanting/despising help. At least that's how the winds are blowing on my shore.