Sometimes it feels like I'm suddenly falling
With nothing to grasp and no way to fly;
I try to say there wasn't a single warning sign
But the reality is I let myself get to this point.
It was my own innate mistakes.
When I fall, there's no escape
I just can't take a break
So I tell myself: step by step.
But then the steps turn into depths
And the falling turns to pavement.
Rock Bottom is suddenly my closest friend.
How do you escape life
When you have no option but to live
And suicide is not in my vocabulary?
I guess sometimes
You just have to let time
Take over the pain.
This hurt can't last forever;
Soon the sweat and grime will fade,
And the Rock Bottom I have felt
Will carry me to The Sky-
Beyond those pretty, petty lies.
I will reach that place; the one that they call Peace.
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Writing is my freedom-freedom to escape and to dream. This poem, "Rock Bottom," wasn't inspired by anything remarkably traumatic or life-altering; it is about a nineteen-year-old girl whose heart was broken. Everyone can relate to this poem in some way. Although I wrote it mostly due to a boy, everyone has had their own rock bottom. But I hope everyone knows they can eventually find The Sky.