Now, don\'t go on lying to me.
Talking about how life gets easier.
Spouting all that rubbish about how the only way to go is up.
How do I know when I\'ve hit rock bottom anyway?
Oh I\'ll tell you how,
Rock bottom is when it becomes exhausting to live.
When it takes so much out of you to go
Through the day constantly feeling
That banging in your head telling you
That you\'ll never get anywhere.
You\'re not worth anything.
No one wants you. No one cares.
But that\'s not even the worst part.
No, because even if anyone does care
You don\'t even care anymore. You don\'t
Want to live in this hell hole.
You don\'t want to continue being overwhelmed
By it all. The constant fighting to survive,
The never ending loss.
And, of course, it\'s raining out side.
There\'s this anger brewing in your blood,
Telling you that you might as well give up.
You want to punch and kick and scream
And yell
And fight
And burn
And rip the heads off the dolls.
But you don\'t, not because every one\'s spouted their lies:
\"It\'s going to be all right, stay strong\".
But because you just can\'t be bothered anymore.
Then you realise, while you\'ve been trying to find the light,
constantly searching for something good, then waiting for it to
Come to you like they say...
It only gets worse.
Because rock bottom doesn\'t exist.
The universe is so expansive that we don\'t know how far down even is.
That\'s the truth.
Pretend you\'re happy but you won\'t fool me.
I know the truth, I know that this life is a tale of misery and failure.
On top of that:
It continued to get worse.