is that you coming?

to test my dying heart?

to toughen my rock-hard shell?

to kick me while I'm down?

to pick me up and heal me

than kick me while I'm high?

no

it was you though

to throw me some stale bread

and give me some dirty water

if I had the energy left,

I'd scoff at your retreating back

I don't want your dirty bread

I don't need your pretend help

I'll never give you the satisfaction

of being better than me

maybe you are, but I don't care

I'll show you no weakness

that's a complete lie

I wish it was true

I wish I could be strong

but what would it matter if I was brave

for I'm still in this prison

cement walls and beautiful sorrow

as my only companions

bloodstains would be too

if I had the courage and the strength

but I can't grieve for what I don't have

because even I, here with no life,

haven't got a fraction of enough time

for selfish things like that

do they think I'm a hero? am I still a hero?

I remember when I was

that was before you, though

you don't know I'm a warrior

you don't know what I saved

does it matter who I saved

or what I did at all

when we all die anyways?

would they still adore me

as the valiant fighter

if they caught a glimpse of me now,

wallowing in pity, pretending not to hope?

no; I'd be the king of scum

but let me lie to myself

it's all I have here my little web of lies

small lies, but carefully constructed

so that I don't fall through

is this rock bottom?

is this the all-time low?

it very well may be

don't say it can only get better

why don't you think it will stay the same?

why don't you think there's worse,

far, far worse, than rock bottom?

enough with the questions

they don't have answers