Why Would I Tell You?

You make me feel as if I've been trapped in a pit, one where I will be stuck in, for eternity. Why would I tell you about my problems? I would be already near the bottom of this bottomless pit, writhing in despair, clinging on to even the slightest sliver of hope, and holding it dear. So why would you care about my dramatized problems? All I'm capable of is this: Manipulation, Deceit, and Inflicting Harm. What good am I? I've already been seeking a way out, a way to escape the shock of realizing that I have reached the end, so what would I have to offer to the world, but a problematic personality that is of no use to anyone?