After you go through Hell
You don't talk about it
You try to push it back
Down your throat

What might seem like Hell
Another person might pray for
But to you it seem like your lowest
It seems like rock bottom

Little did I know
That after the rock hits
It borrows deep into the sand
And continues its journey down

I'm prepared for more
**** to hit the fan
I have braced myself
And I hope to brave this storm too

Because this too shall pass