I was thinking a couple nights ago how so many people say I can call them anytime, but....you'll get the point

I know they want to help
I know they're trying to
But they don't know what to say
They don't know what to do
So they expect me to speak
And tell them something new

But they don't want the truth
And they don't want a lie
They don't want to hear about
How I lay at night and cry
And they don't want to hear about
How I just want to die

So in the end they leave
Not helping me at all
They don't want to hear me
But tell me I should call
I know it won't be them
To catch me when I fall