It's easy when it's not so bad.

Rock bottom, and there is no song
written yet that will pull me up.
No line written on any paper that will divert me.
So down and out, so worn and dry, I'm lost

But here I am, floating in the darkest moment
Letting time lead me away,
each breathe a rung on time that will take me further away
from this languishing sinking sad hour

To when I will by default not linger here
that another scene, another happening,
another something will take over and I will not need
to be here, that I dont have to live through this.