Rock Bottom

This is it, rock bottom I finally hit.
It’s a dark, cold, lonely pit.
I just sit, I don’t have the strength to stand.
I try to understand how I let things get outta hand...
Rock bottom doesn’t have solid land,
It’s a quick sand in which you slowly sink.
I don’t sleep a wink, just stare into the dark and blink, can’t even think straight.
I thought I could fix it all before it was to late, but that’s what happens when you procrastinate, it becomes to much weight.
It’s the part of myself I really hate...
My life used to be great but I guess that wasn’t my fate.
I just want to sleep and never wake, I know this is the bed that I make, I made to many mistakes.
I feel myself start to break...
Honestly it feels fake like a dream that I’ll suddenly awake but that’s not the case, reality I gotta face.
The past isn’t something I can erase...
Rock bottom is fucked up place you almost start to embrace being a disgrace.
Hard to keep up with life’s pace.
My head was always lost in space, but I refuse to quit the race.
I have nothing to lose, it’s time to call a truce with my past abuse.
Can’t keep using my trauma as an excuse.
All I’m doing is tighten the noose.