Internal Graffiti
Rock Bottom
Too many people hurt me
and I just couldn't slow down;
'fake a smile, go to work'
then come home and drown-
my sorrows in negative ways;
'stay out all night,
do it again the next day'...
I just couldn't stop-
long enough to take
one step back and deal with the pain;
I couldn't stay on track;
running was too easy;
this illusion of fun
money everywhere;
opportunities begun...
but run is what I did;
beneath a "smile" and sunglasses,
I hid-
while my sorrows crept away,
or, so I thought each day;
and if I would've known these people were not real;
I would've stopped-dead in my tracks just for a second,
to feel-
where it is I was running to...
Too late now.
Way too late.
Welcome to rock bottom;
I now live in this place.
Copyright(c)
Nov.2006 * Featured in "Reborn:Dead Inside"
Deanna Prall
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Rock Bottom
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