I am writing to you from this deep dark abyss
Searching and searching to find the source of this grief and deep sorrow
I feel so shameful so ungrateful
Dear mind I wish to put you to rest

So insecure so self hated
I can't seem to make sense
Everything feels like its falling
Concrete pushing down on me burying me within
It's heavy extremely heavy

The only way I know how to fight this sinful creature
Its Ironic fighting pain with more pain
They say you can't fight fire with more fire
But don't you fret This is my way of fixing my affliction

Where you see crimson red ***** blood
I see the rightful ingredient that will wash away these flames
Take out the internal fire with the external fire

But hush now my dear reader I don't deserve my dream to live on
For I am heartless and just a sad pathetic unhealthy soul
For I don't matter for I am just one of the billions
For I have no right to feel this, its all a figment of my sorry excuse for an imagination

For there are billions of unhappy souls on this earth
More worthy of, help, hope and happiness
So don't fret I don't need help I am perfectly alright
There is absolutely nothing clearly faulty about me

So don't try to find an underlining meaning with these words
That I am searching for understanding and peace of mind
Because I"m not

The only thing I wish is that my words were magic ropes
Ones that could be thrown overboard to that great deep dark abyss
Ones that reach down, down, deep below the surface
Could pull Each Unhealthy sickly sorrowful soul out of this deep unforgettable hole