Bedrock

People say

That there is a time

When you will hit your worst,

A place where you feel like

You can fall no longer,

You can sink no deeper.

Your bedrock.

People say

That from your bedrock

The only direction is up,

To new heights,

To new successes,

To new happiness.

People lie.

Your bedrock isn't the end.

You sink lower and lower,

You fall longer and faster,

Until you hit your core.

It unravels and disappears,

Until you are only a husk.

Until you are nothing.

Now the noose comes out,

The knife reveals itself,

The pills disappear.

The end of the worst isn't your bedrock.

The end is the end of you.