This Life, This Death.

It seemed the harder I tried I just kept slipping farther down the cliff. I kept losing my grip. I looked to the left see my father looking down on me from heaven. He said to me, "babygirl, it's okay to let go." I shake my head to get the image out of my throbbing head. I then, look to the right, as I see my father once again. This time from hell, telling me to hold on. "It will get better! It will get better!" He yells. I feel a tear fall down my cheek as I look down to see hell underneath of me. The steam from my tear rises. I look above, thee only place I have yet to look. It's beautiful, it's heaven. I am confused on now as what I do. Heaven, the obvious answer as in where everyone wishes to be. But me, I feel almost as if hell would be safer. I look to the left and right again, frantically. To seek answers from my father. But, now, he's gone. Leaving me clueless on heaven or hell. I start to slip again, a relapse of some sort. I lose control of my balance and fall to a more stable place closer to hell. Most call this place "Rock Bottom". I'm left with the decision to jump or climb. But you know what I decide? Rock bottom.