Rock bottom hurt, I didn’t die tho.
it could have been bloodshed.

Oh if I could go back to being 22, Jump in a time machine and change this shitty avenue.
Growing up I thought this would be easy, I thought id be famous so easy fuckin peasy.
Im so lost in my world, I struggle to see, Family that care , all I cared about was me.
So lost in my jobs I can’t on focus one,I fuck shit up, it’s just what I’ve always done.
A change in location I thought I would find, A better life, but thats all in my mind.
I won’t go too deep but ice hit me hard, Trapped in a world which would leave my mind scarred.
Escaping reality was too easy to do, But now escaping the drug is fucking hard to do.
I hit rock bottom one night after N-AI came home to an empty place, I had no words left to say,
Everything was taken, from furniture to my socksI never thought id hit this many fuckin rocks.
I tried not to blame ice, but it was fuckin clear to see, My life wouldn’t have changed if I never put that shit inside of me.
The men that did it, I should have seen it coming. One I was living with, a dangerous life it was becoming.
When he was out, I took a look in his room, More than 30 keys but I didn’t want to assume.
We argued for weeks, threats got pretty serious, but I just thought he was pretty Fuckin delirious.
Under his shirts what was I to find? A gun and a knife, this is real life?
If I didn’t stop my monster mouth, things would be a lot worse. Bloodshed might have happened, I’d be riding in a hearse
Being left with nothing, homeless is a first. At 29 years old. My bubble mother fuckin burst.
Theres more to this story, but its too much to write.But in this last year, a book I could actually fuckin write.
I’m picking my life back up, its a fuckin hard fight, Hot guys and sex is the trigger which sets me a light.
Its later on in life in which I became a badass rebel,Still covered in tattoo’s, i look like I worship the devil.
Getting a job with how I look aint gunna be easy, Barbershops are closed, maybe only fans in my bikini?
Rehabs are closed, but what I’m glad to say, Im climbing out of rock bottom and sober I am today.
One day at a time I’m fighting hard to shine. sobriety will one day be mother fuckin mine!
About the Creator
Troubles in my past.
Writer.
Poetry mainly about my struggle with addiction, relapse and the ongoing journey through recovery.



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.