Life at Rock Bottom
It feels so good
to feel so bad.
Even when shady friends left,
sorrow never went.
Rock bottom has its attractions,
agony has its temptations
and pain...
Oh, pain is amazing.
The crying kisses my frustrations
and I almost find comfort
when I look in the mirror
and see several faces.
Yea, I know there ain't nobody
else in here, but neither is my fear.
What do you want from me?
I've lost it all, my mind included,
And me and depression are dating
ha, it's exclusive.
I've found good company
at home with misery.
And when I mix the vodka with cranberry,
I feel necessary. Please don't heal me,
it could kill me and I can't die yet.
My life is overly exciting.
I can hardly catch my breath,
but I'm not done playing.
Baby, life is too sweet down here at rock bottom.
Comments
AUTHORBizarrett, thank you for commenting. It is a beautiful thing to bounce back after being in such a dark place and the gift of a child afterwards is sooooo precious. : )
Thank you Billybuc, for sharing such a personal experience. It actually made me smile to realize how much we are able to relate to one another.
I'm so glad you like the poem Btrbell, thank you so much for your votes and kindness!
Hi Faith, you're right, when you're down you can only rise. Thanks for the reminder : )
Oh Mhatter, I'm growing the best way that I know to. Thank you so much for stopping by!
Thank you, Gypsy for the vote and support! I really appreciate it.
Voted up and awesome. We all sometimes have wound up in the land called rock bottom and the greatest thing we can then do is head straight back up to the top. Enjoyed your poem. Passing this on.
Grow, sweet flower, grow. Thank you for this.
Excellent write, when one hits rock bottom, then there is only one place to go, up!
Voted up +++ and sharing
God bless, Faith Reaper
And me and depression are dating
ha,it's exclusive
Great poem, Ryem! I think many of us can relate but not too many of us can say it as well as you! Up+
It feels so good to feel so bad. There is a great deal of truth in that statement. I nursed the bottle for years and years, and it became my best friend. I had to re-teach myself to be happy without it. Well done my friend.
This poem is like looking back at myself three years ago, before I got pregnant and had my son. I was at rock bottom finding solice in a bottle. I loved the line "i've found good company at home with misery". I know how that feels, to be almost comfortable in your misery. I hope you can find your way out of the bottom. Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.
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