I NEED HELP. SORRY.

I NEED HELP. SORRY.
Loui Crow - Streaming 12/12

[INTRO]

In a world of billions,
how do I feel so alone?

[VERSE 1]

Scroll the feed,
everybody looks like they're thriving,
all smiling and happy.

What's wrong with me?

I cringe when...
I cringe when others look so happy.

Why can't I be?

[PRE-CHORUS 1]

No one knows I'm not okay.
I hide behind my smile.
But I'm running out of smiles.

I hate when someone asks,
"How are you?"

Please don't make me answer.
I'll turn it back to you.

[CHORUS]

I need help.
Sorry.

I need help.
I'm sorry.

It's probably nothing.
I'll be okay.

I need help.
Sorry.

[VERSE 2]

I have everybody's number.
I don't know who to call.

I pick up my phone.
I put it back down.

I type,
"Can we talk?"

I erase what I wrote.

Maybe I'm just tired.
Maybe I'll say I'm sad.
Maybe I'll say it's getting worse.
Maybe that sounds too bad.

I hate to bother you.
I know you're busy too.

It's just I'm afraid
there's nothing left for me.

[PRE-CHORUS 2]

It's just a passing thought
that keeps coming back.

The thoughts in my head feel normal.
I forget how bad they sound
until I say them out loud...

Ohhhh...

I don't know how to be me.

[CHORUS]

I need help.
Sorry.

I need help.
I'm sorry.

It's probably nothing.
I'll be okay.

I need help.
Sorry.

[SPOKEN]

This animal in my lap
is why I'm still alive.

At least she needs me.

[VERSE 3]

I think about disappearing.
Then I think about
who would find me.

I think about what
they'd have to live with.

Even in death,
I feel like an inconvenience.

I'm doing my best to stay alive,
but it's devouring my insides.

I don't know how much longer
I can carry this aching body.

[BRIDGE]

I want the life I'm living to end.
I want to live a different one.

[FINAL CHORUS]

I need help.
I need help.
I need help.

Sorry.

[OUTRO]

I stare at the screen.
I type, "I need help."

It looks worse written down.

My thumb hovers over send.

A work in progress, just like the rest of us. Still painting, still figuring it out. Putting it up anyway until it’s done. The unfinished parts belong here, too.

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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