They say the worst is yet to come,
but I feel like I've been to the bottom.
Does life just keep on digging?
Is there no end? no solid ground?
Are we all floating on a dark cloud of sadness,
desperate to not find our way down.
Too broken to speak because words aren't enough.
Weakening, wilting, dying,
losing the will to be strong.
There's no escape from this,
yet the entrance is right behind us.
I can see the light, guiding me,
deeper into the cave of my life.
I can't turn back,
but I know it's there,
and I can't let go.
