Helping Hands

Drifting through the lands of time ever so slowly,
Life's events that have happened that you do not agree with totally,
Everything looks all hazy and white,
Which causes your heart to race with such fright,
People standing in a line holding out their hands,
Begging you to take ahold, you keep walking past and they do not understand,
Some of them laughing and some of them crying,
Some even have looks on their faces as if they were dying,
Your excuses, they do not seem to be buying,
Everyone knows that you are lying,
So, there is no reason to keep disguising,
Maybe soon you will hit rock bottom or not,
Or maybe you will continue to sit around and rot!