They say that life begins at deaths front door
Well I was a poor man, a beggar
pounding on that door with all the strength I had left in store
Knock! Knock! Knock!
but when my calls went unanswered
and my pleas unappeased
I was very un happy, I was very displeased
I said I have nothing left to offer, Id rather be dead
the line we walk is a tiny thread
weaving through others paths
and through our own head
at the time we may not understand it
we may not want it
but we must accept it

I awoke the next day
to the stroke of a cool breeze on my face
yet still held disdain
I wanted to end the pain
and the only way I knew how
was to end it all

I realized
thinking upon my laments
I was wrong

I realized
that ending my life would only cause more pain
that the delusions about how my death
was somehow for the best
were just a test
a test to see if I could reignite the fire inside my chest

I realized
that sometimes this life doesn't make any sense
it has its ups and downs
twists and turns
freezes and burns
that in the dark of the valley we don't realize the sun is shining
on the other side of the mountain lining

I realized
that there are people who love me
there are people who care
that if I would just dare to reciprocate,
it would make it so much easier to bare
the trying times that from time to time seem to stare
you down as you try to find your place in this life

I realized
that being genuine, and showing real love
to others, is really the best
way to love yourself
and that feeling you get in return
Is so much better than any
narcissistic pleasure you've ever felt

I realized
I had found my inner peace
and for the first time in my memory
I could finally say I was happy