Bottom

I'm hitting bottom, I'm sinking in deep. It seems impossible to keep my head afloat. I have no outlet other then this sheet of paper. The ink that stains it is every dark emotion trapt inside my heart. The friend with no reply that knows all my personally sinister thoughts. Writing should be written with true emotion. Tears won't roll from my eyes, but these pages tell a sad story. In person you wouldn't think it was me behind the pen. Creating this some kinda poetry. My dark side exists here along with my weakness. This new level of low isn't me. Change is the only must. I'm hitting bottom, but it's time to get up and brush it off. Need to live for a brighter tomorrow.