i know this place.
.
when the waves bring me under,
far from any light and warmth,
i find myself here,
sitting on this cold floor,
gravity pulling at every atom,
each one assuming unbearable weight.
.
Rock bottom.
.
i told myself this place would become a memory,
nothing else,
but when every door closes,
this one's invitation never wavers,
and so,
through guilt and rage and tears and pain,
.
i’ve come back
to Rock Bottom.
.
i’ve come back
to self-hatred
to depression
to anxiety
to the home of toxic voices,
.
i’ve come back
to Rock Bottom.
