Who's gonna save me?

I try to be a good friend
be there when i can
give a shoulder to cry on
giving a helping hand

i try to be cheery
turn smiels out of frowns
brings spirits higher up
when they're feeling down

not to sound selfish
but when do i get what i i gave
when do i get helped
from the lives i've saved

when do i get my shoulders
or my hand to hold
when do i gt my hugs
or shelter from that wolrd so cold

i'm struggling to survice
to breathe in any life
somtiems i just can't do it
wanna give into the knife

who is gonna save me
when i drag the blade across
who's gonna comfort me
when i feel everything i've lost

who's gonna heal my wounds
that are embedded in my heart
who's gonna put me back together
when i've fallen apart

time is going by
soon it'll be to late
i can't hold on forever
death seems to be my fate

* the last line i really hate and i wanna change so suggestions are welcome :)