At the Bottom

Why does life hurt this much? Why is life so cruel and cold? Do I always have to break everything, does it always have to be my fault alone? Red frogs are jumping through the trees, black sky is hanging over me. Her hazel eyes are calling out – but will I hear her voice from far away? I've fallen so low, I've got no strength left at all. Will you reach out your hand? Will I even want to stand? Where does this road end, where do my wounds find their rest? Will someone hear me crying – or will I fade alone, unblessed? I ask the sky but it stays silent, I ask my heart – it screams with pain. Every breath grows heavier than the last one, every step just digs a deeper grave. Red frogs are jumping through the trees, black sky is hanging over me. Her hazel eyes are calling out – but will I hear her voice from far away? I've fallen so low, I've got no strength left at all. Will you reach out your hand? Will I even want to stand? Where does this road end, where do my wounds find their rest? Will someone hear me crying – or will I fade alone, unblessed? Maybe this isn't over yet, maybe I'll rise from my knees again. Maybe her eyes will find me somewhere, maybe someone will take my hand. I've fallen so low, but I'm still breathing here. Reach out your hand to me – because I still want to rise. Maybe this life isn't all that dark, maybe tomorrow someone finds my heart. …will someone find me…