Our Bottomless Pit
Everything I feel tumbles down to the low ground.
Picking it up,
It’s the most difficult part.
I could really use your help, but you don’t offer.
I need your help, I want your help.
But you’re not even there.
I want you down here, in this bottomless pit with me, but I know that it’ll never happen.
There’s not a chance for us to share one thing that we will ever have in common.
Instead, I have only my bottomless pit.
That you won’t join with me.
Now it’s only my bottomless pit.
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