Rock Bottom Population: Me... and a bottle..

dont judge me by my past i dnt live there anymore... <3

Sitting on the top of the world the sun shine

danglign my feet over the edge tempting death one more time...

a hand bloody and bruised pulls me down it is snow white and grabs me around my ankle

as it tugs me down I hit every rock on the way down...

I hit the ground with a thud...

its dark and here I sit in the darkness once more alone and cold shaking

the sun shines through as much as it can in this place I like to call rock bottom.

Shadows lurk away from the sun hidden... some sit on the floor weeping clutching bottles of vodka and

brightly colored orange bottles ith little capsles inside to numb....

some sit clawing the ground shaking and puking out blood and water. I fight my way out of here scratching clawing my way out... ony to fall face first back into this place known as

Rock Bottom population: me and these bottles....