I made it, I've finally stepped out of hell.
Into a new place, this is where my heaven begins.
I look around but it all seems too surreal,
I take some time and contemplate what's real.
Happiness, love and laughter.
No, none of that's real.
I take more time and see what's left.
confusion, sadness, anger and hate.
Four things left of my emotional state.
I'm dying inside and want to project it outwards.
I grab a knife and hold myself.
It's back to this, my life is back to normal.
But what's left of my life before?
Just memories that push me down and put me down
so far down until there's no one around.
No more family, no more friends, no more hope
not even from my own children.
I thought I've reached the lowest point,
but apparently there is no such thing.
So with no "lowest point" What's left of my life?
