Falling

by Sydney H.
(Mt.Pleasant, Iowa)

I used to cry to cry,
And get noticed,
Instead they shunned me more,
Why,
So I stopped crying in front of people,
It got worse, I finally reached rock bottom,
As far down as possible,
Not even close,
It got worse and worse,
Finally I hit rock bottom,
The lowest of the low,
Then I knew why I had gone,
Further than before,
They were horrible,
Whores,
Sluts,
Skanks,
Druggies,
Past preps and poplars,
Horde,
I put up with with that for 3 years,
Then I fought the system,
And started my climb back up,
When I neared the rim of the hole,
I realized 1 thing,
The friends I had made had all left me,
I was alone,
Again,
As I reached the rim and grabbed it,
As I was almost out,
I was pushed back down,
And I fell,
And fell,
And fell,
I kept falling,
Deeper and deeper into the blackness,
And I am still falling,
Down to where I used to be,
No, because rock bottom wasn’t even close,
yet.