sheets of linen

I've forgotten how to ask for help,
But I'm okay, I'm fine.
I can't find a plausible way out,
But I left the demon behind.
My insides are a colossal soup,
But honestly i couldn't be better.
Layered shit like a chicken coop,
But my what lovely weather.
I guess I'd ask for help maybe
if I knew where to start.
but times they are'a changing,
And I predict a change of heart.