No one ever tells you what rock bottom smells like. How it claws it’s way onto your tongue until it’s taste is gripping on your throat.
Nobody tells you want rock bottom feels like. How it’s walls will restrain you in a never ending vacuum of darkness.
Nobody tells you what rock bottom sounds like. The defending sounds of a silent cacophony of negative thoughts envelope the lobes of your ears. You can’t stop it because its coming from within.
There’s no escape.
The unthinkable becomes plausible.
Your morals no longer matter.
But I guess by the end of it, there’s nobody left. No friends, no family, not even yourself.
I’m a new person… one with all the pain splattered on what was once a blank canvas of innocence.
Survival is all that matters.