Stuck in a rut

It seems I know this place too well
My personal living hell
Standing at the end of this cliff
Made this climb too many times
Doing what's wost for me and mine
All while coming off cold and stuff
I'm stuck in a rut
These wrists should be cut
I'm all out of luck, fuck fuck fuck
Where do I go
With what I know
I've seen this before
A view from the floor
Used up all my helping hands
A hundred million grains of sand
Baby steps across a giant land
Pick myself up off the floor
Walked out through the in door
Only to return again
Make the climb once again
This time without the aid of friends
Aerial tricks without a net
Even those who know me well
Can't see me living in this hell
Yearning patiently for the bell
To tell me that the fight is done