❝be glad when things hit rock bottom❞

“Be glad when things hit rock bottom because then, things can only get better.” 
But what if I am falling into a bottomless pit, 
one that winds deeper and deeper until I am surrounded by something so dark, 
I can’t even see my own fingers. 
“Please stay by my side”

What empty words, hollow of meaning. 
I know its hopeless – we all do. 
When push comes to shove, 
depression make promises sealed once-upon-a-time lose its value. 
I thought you knew me. 
I thought I knew you.
I was mistaken.

I can keep wishing for better days: 
of smiles and promises that you would never leave but I’m still alone 
and some days, I am attacked by vague memories that should not matter anymore- 
On the bus 14, on the way to school after lunch
Late night phone calls talking about our feelings and dreams and aspirations

I used to be invaluable – 
now I’m cast aside like an old toy that a child has got bored of. 
She moves on, but I’m still her;
Picking up the remnants of the meaning of “friendship”, 
or should I say “the friend who sailed away on the ship”

On some days, I am happy. 
Those days, I am not me. 
I am blissfully unaware of the pain fourteen years of existence had inevitably caused me.
I am a collection of scars that still hurt. 
On so