Who was there for you when you perpetually fell?

You have now fallen into such treacherous depths of the pit.

Desperately clawing against the walls of this pit, you cling on to every Hope you can find.

Yet, Hope, they shirk you away eventually. Hope doesn't like people dwelling in deep pits.

Now, you see other people moving on, getting picked up by Hope everytime they fall into a small pit.

They get picked up before the pit could get any deeper.

Aren't you jealous now? That people have already moved on so far, and yet, you're lagging behind in this retarded pit?

Such jealousy and desire should have been enough to trigger a frenzy in you to pull yourself out of the fucking pit.

It occurs to you often. Yet, you often get pulled down by others.

Eventually you realised, you haven't risen an inch.

Pathetic movement.

What's this you see? There are so many people peering over the hole of the pit! They're cheering you on! They're giving you tips to get of of this pit!

But you don't get it, some people just delight at bringing others down.

Despite the increased efforts, you hardly moved at all.

Such mental torture, it drives you mentally unstable.

Though you still have shreds of sanity left in you, your Hope is bleak.

You dare not share with anyone of your torture, for they'd only be dissapointed to know that you're in such a screwed up state.

You are jealous of your friends.

You cry as you see your friends' friends picking them up each time they fell.

You try to care for others, but they shrug you off. " I'm waiting for someone else to comfort me, it is not of your concern. "

You have no one to care for, and because of that, no one cares for you.

You then realised, you've hardly grown at all in this pit.

Though they say you're 16, your growth is of 10 years.

You're the kid in a pit.

You're such the dissapointment.

Eyes are dry.