I knew I'd hit rock bottom when my pen felt to heavy to pick up
When my hands shook to much to pick up the phone and answer
When talkning to my friends felt almost impossible without starting to cry
I knew I'd hit rock bottom when I got exhausted from crying for just a minute
When every little sound made me flinch
When i got scared to talk to my parents
I knew I'd hit rock bottom when I became tired of living
Ever little thing I did drained me from all my energy
Just breathing became something hard too do
And my chest and heart felt like they would explode if I did one thing wrong or if I did one thing too much.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of my poems
PoetryBasically a book filled with my poems. They're all based on how I feel and I write as I go.
