"can't be helped"

Wanted to use this title for a poem for the past few days... finally found one to work it into. Meh.
Enjoy, or something like that.
"can't be helped"
think...
but nothing seems to heal me
sink....
can i kill these hands that feel me
destroy...
every thing that means a thing to me
pain...
from which you cannot free... me
i guess
i guess it can't be helped
i guess...
[a million miles
below this secret sea
they're selling my soul
and my memory for free
and you can't do anything
but watch it drown me
don't you know helplessness
is just useless misery]
i guess
i guess i can't be helped
i guess, i guess...
i guess
i guess i need to save myself..
but i'm drowning
yeah
i guess it can't be helped
know...
but knowledge leads to hate
feel...
these feelings will not dissipate
need...
only loss can i anticipate
fading...
in my decaying state
i guess
i said it can't be helped
i guess...
[if we're a game
is this my losing streak
what is my pain
yeah, what hurt this week
if we're all bones
am i the creak
and when i open my mouth
why can't i speak
if we're a spy
then i'm the leak]
i guess
i guess sometimes i just can't be helped
i guess, i guess...
i guess
sometimes i need to help myself...
but i'm failing
yeah
i guess it just can't be helped
think...
but thinking leads to doubt here
sink...
drowning in this fear.. of fear... of fear...
destroy...
i want no comfort near..
pain...
pain, pain... the only thing sincere
i guess
i guess it really can't be helped
i guess
[tell me why
you want to survive..
if this is the way
you're going to life your life..
tell me why
you want this to continue..
you like this pain,
now don't you?]
i guess
sometimes i really can't be helped
i guess, i guess...
i guess
sometimes... we learn to rebuild ourselves..
but i've FAILED
i've failed you, and i've failed myself
yeah
i've failed, i'm falling, flailing..
i guess i can't be helped
reach out..
when nothing means a thing...
reach out..
your hands to hold my nothing..
reach out..
i could drown without your help
reach out..
but i can't save myself
reach out..
but i can't take your hand
reach out...
can't you understand..
[i'm the thin red line
between a cut and a gash
i'm the difference between
a cigarette and an ash
i'm the second between
the kamikaze and the crash
i'm beginning to understand
my self at last
i guess this can't be helped]
i really can't be helped..
sometimes it can't be helped..
i guess
i guess it really can't be helped...
i guess, i guess
i better help myself.