Bottomless

Battered and broken
is how you left me;
how I left myself.
Alone in the world
without any friends,
without direction.

Down, down I spiraled.
Is there a bottom?

I cut up my arms;
a little deeper
and it would all end.
Just a little more
to feel no more pain.
I couldn't do it;
didn't have the guts.

Then I bounced back up
not as high this time.
Something is missing;
I am still alone.
So down I spiral,
crashing down again,
no bottom below.