Rock Bottom Resilience

Broken mirrors on the floor. Pieces cut my skin. Echoes in my

head, screaming, "Where you been?" Late nights, no light,

drowning in my sin. All the doors locked tight, but I'm kicking

in. Rock bottom hit me like a freight train crash. No way out,

no future, no cash. Scream into the sky, no

answers back. Rock bottom's where I learn to fight back. Empty bottles on

the table. Shadows on the wall. Climbing up the ladder,

only just to fall. No hand to hold. No one to