Holding my head in my hands.

Trying to make sense of it all.

I flew so high, after all that happened.

In spite of it all, then came the fall.

So low,

So broken,

So Cold,

So alone,

Unspoken,

Undone.

No matter how hard I tried I'd fail.

For so long now my life has been frail.

Past the point of no return.

The heartbreak still hurts.

I've tried to pick up the pieces.

Cutting myself on the shards of a broken heart.

I look in the mirror, At the shell of a man I've become.

How did it come to this?

Will I ever rise above?

All the things I've done.

Is it too late?

Too late to be redeemed? Or

Am I doomed to repeat?

Fair-weather friends, they've come and gone.

To where? I...