I'm in here
Can anybody see me?
Can anybody help?

I'm in here, a prisoner of history
Can anybody help?

Can't you hear my call?
Are you coming to get me now?
I've been waiting for
You to come rescue me
I need you to hold
All of the sadness I can not
Living inside of me

I'm in here
I'm trying to tell you something
Can anybody help?

I'm in here
I'm calling out but you can't hear
Can anybody help?

Can't you hear my call?
Are you coming to get me now?
I've been waiting for
You to come rescue me
I need you to hold
All of the sadness I can not
Living inside of me

I'm crying out, I'm breaking down
I am fearing it all
Stuck inside these walls
Tell me there is hope for me
Is anybody out there listening?

Can't you hear my call?
Are you coming to get me now?
I've been waiting for
You to come rescue me
I need you to hold
All of the sadness I can not
Living inside of me

Can't you hear my call?
Are you coming to get me now?
I've been waiting for
You to come rescue me
I need you to hold
Living inside of me

I'm in here
Can anybody see me?
Can anybody help?


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I'm in Here Lyrics as written by Sia Furler Sam Dixon

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    General CommentI feel this song is about depression. I see myself in a lot of this song, especially before I was diagnosed. I felt so lost and hopeless, despite every bone in my body telling me that dieing was the best way, I wanted someone to save me. ("I'm in here, can anybody see me? Can anybody help?") I couldn't control the fact I had depression, it was passed on down from generations of family. ("I'm in here, a prisoner of history, can anybody help?")

    "Can't you hear my call?
    Are you coming to get me now?
    I've been waiting for,
    You to come rescue me,
    I need you to hold,
    All of the sadness I can not,
    Living inside of me."

    In the last few months before I'd seen my therapist, I'd become more reckless -- more out there with my self-destructiveness. I wanted so badly for someone to save me, to help me see the light of day. I knew it was possible, just not through my own ways. I needed to be held, I was sixteen and so lost, I felt older beyond my years. I thought that my boyfriend at the time could "hold all the sadness" that I couldn't. However, he ended up just aiding my problems.

    I started hurting myself in more obvious spots, hoping someone would see them and maybe, just maybe, question me -- more so than anyone else had done. ("I'm in here, I'm trying to tell you something,
    Can anybody help?") No one listened though. I confessed to my best friend that I hurt myself, but she did nothing. Just stared at me and started to pull away from our friendship. ("I'm in here, I'm calling out but you can't hear. Can anybody help?")

    "Can't you hear my call?
    Are you coming to get me now?
    I've been waiting for,
    You to come rescue me,
    I need you to hold,
    All of the sadness I can not,
    Living inside of me."

    When my mom found out, instead of comforting me and telling me everything would be okay, she turned on me and told me, "my life wasn't so bad." I wanted her to cuddle me, to tell me she forgave me, that she'd help me fix it. Of course, that didn't happen.

    ("I'm crying out, I'm breaking down.") Telling my therapist at the time was the most scariest thing I'd ever done. I felt I couldn't lie anymore. That I couldn't hide myself. I wanted to be happy, I NEEDED to be happy. ("I am fearing it all, stuck inside these walls,") I couldn't be scared anymore of what was to happen. Of being put in a psych ward for a little while. But I was stuck inside the walls of my own head, which wasn't so pretty on the inside. I wanted to know I could get better, that this endless spiral wasn't forever. ("Tell me there is hope for me, Is anybody out there listening?")

    I never went to the psych ward, my mother decided it was better not to. I've been in intensive therapy since then, which is now going on three years. I'm not all put together, unlike Humpty Dumpty, and there are days when the cracks show more than others. I think I'm starting to lose my way again, I'm changing for the worse, and it's scary to have to ask for help. Sometimes I wish others would be able to just see it and do something about it, because Lord knows I won't do it myself. ("I'm in here, can anybody see me? Can anybody help?")
    quieteyesxon January 03, 2011   Link

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