Eyes so deep you could fill a pit, don't stare to much you could easily slip, into this hell where I reside, two black pools i have for eyes.  
Can u hear the screams from within, the light shutsdown and the hurt begins, its only my mind I tell myself, I don't want anything like material wealth I would be happy but I can't because of mental health.
There's plenty of professionals who tell me where I,m going wrong, they say take the medication and be strong.
But seems like the years are not letting up,
But seems like the medication is making me stuck in this deep spiral I call the abyss and though I try to be brave sometimes all I hear is my grave.
If my beautiful children were not around I would surely be six foot in the ground.