When there's **** all else to do.
What else is there to turn to?

When your mind is on the edge.
With no-one to talk it down.
When you said good morning to your own mother
When your knees just want to buckle
When the end is oh so close
But you don't believe in ghosts
When you're prattling on inside you're own head
When not one useful words being said
When you have friends you're going to miss but they'll never see you like this
When you just want to scream it all out but you've nothing useful to shout.
When you want the world to bend to your selfish will.
But it shouldn't. Because that's selfish.