When Living Became Hell

When did my life transition? From living my dreams To just existing As a perishable being? Was it then, When I stopped trusting people? Or, Distanced myself from the loved ones? Or, Let the toxic people decide for my life choices? Or, When I build on others' false hopes and promises? When was my life reduced, To mere existing? Was it then, When I gave up on friends? Or, When a best friend showed [me] her hellish side? Or, I stopped caring for the seasons? Or, I ignored the flowers blooming at my doorstep? Exactly, When the hell started? Was it then, When I just let myself gripped away, In the loneliness and the dark? Or, When the dark thoughts took over, And blackened my bright side? Or, When I started to beat myself up, For the things that went wrong? Or, When I gave up and decided, To sit back? The dreams are what make life a living, The soul it is that drives the body, The desire is what brings out the life, For a perishable body that just needs food to survive. Life becomes a hell, For those who want it to be. Choose for the stars [heaven], How hard can it be?