When your on your highs you only look down.
When you are at your lows you only look up.
When ur heart stops beating, you are alive.
When your heart starts beating you are dead.
At the all time low everything is at an all time known.
Begging for the truth to be untold.
Crossing paths with a memory to be unknown.
The nightmare is soley told.  
To the point of darkness that never reaches warmth.  
Unfortunately my life is cold.
The numbness is so real.
It breaks my heart to learn the ropes.
Stop the pain from being too real.