There is a black bottomless pit,
It consumes you when your weak, and breaks down your wits.

Life seems so pointless when you've reached your wits end,
Where words stick to your head, and your mind begins to bend.

You don't want to get up and see the world anew,
Your mind confines you, the voices then agree too, they hate you.

You try so hard to find an exit in this barren black pit,
But every time you try to get out you get hit.

People have pushed me to the point on where I can't trust them anymore,
They just walk all over you, they scrape there feet on the floor.

No one really gives a ****,
They just tell you to scram.

When you are getting ready to skip town,
Don't look at there false frowns.

They will yell "Don't leave! We need you!"
Don't listen to them, it isn't true.

They tell you what you wish to hear,
It's never really true.

My conclusion is simple: love only a few
Trust no one. They only make you cry blue.

Then you feel as though you are dead,
But then you realize, it's all in your head.