I am a frequent visitor of Rock Bottom
Let me tell you it's one hell of a place
From the moment your eyes open in the morning
Hopelessness greets you with a smile on its face
Some of my visits are shorter than others
A long weekend, maybe a night or two
But no matter the length of the visit
The same activities are always waiting for you
We start the day with some deep over-thinking
By lunch its time to continuously cry
Evening is full of self hatred
Come nightfall you stop asking the question "why?"
The environment is less than appealing
The reviews state: dull, dreary, cold and grey
The views only get sadder and bleaker
The longer one decides to stay
Even though the visit is awful
And the experience is less than OK
One can't help but return to Rock Bottom
Each time life turns to utter disarray.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
My sentence? Life imprisonment
Trapped within an invisible cell
Condemned to endure a silent torture
In a self-created hell.
Each day the same as the last one
A routine known off by heart
Granted family and friends play the role of extras
But I always star as the leading part.
The role of the happy-go-lucky
Who laughs and always seems overjoyed
Who comes to the aid of the extras
But happy-go-lucky inside feels destroyed.
Completely defeated serving this life sentence
It seems theres no hope of gaining parole
Questioning a future outside of this self made prison
Ill mental health finally taking its toll.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
"You know if you dislike people?
That stops you growing as a person."
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
I left my love locked on a wired fence
Engraved for all to see
I left my love in the castle on the hill
And inside the national art gallery
On cobbled streets
And in tartan shops
Near a cafe down a winding lane
I reminisce about fancy food
And broken bathtubs
Nostalgia, continuously feeding my pain
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
“You know
life can be sad sometimes.
And once you get past the sad
it's medium.
And once you get past the medium
well -
then it's magic.”
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
I think I smoke to remember,
There's something about holding a cigarette between my lips
that keeps the memory of you alive.
You are with me on every inhale -
Escaping my grasp when I finally breath out.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC