I've been here before
I've knocked on this door
And now that it's open again I can't get it closed.
As I walk through the doorframe
of saddness and shame
I walk into a place that seems full of hate
This place is so dark, so lifeless and black,
it's an ongoing tunnel that makes me feel sad.
As I walk on and try to find a way out,
All the faces around me are full of judging thoughts and doubt.
This place is so cold.
I feel like I'm at the bottom of a well.
I've fallen into hell.
But when I turn for the door,
it is not that which I find.
It's the realization
that I'm inside my own mind.