I'm lying on the kitchen flooringThe clock above me keeps ignoringHow long I've been down here, just pouringEverything I had into the morningThis is the bottom, this is the partWhere I run out of brave and out of heartFloor — I finally hit the floorThere's nothing underneath me anymoreNo further I can fall, no closing doorI'm down here on the floor, the floor, the floorThe dishes in the sink are waitingThe silence in the house is achingMy hands have given up their shakingThere's nothing left in me worth breakingThis is the bottom, this is the partWhere I run out of brave and out of heartFloor — I finally hit the floorThere's nothing underneath me anymoreNo further I can fall, no closing doorI'm down here on the floor, the floor, the floorBut the floor is something solid.The floor is holding me.If I can't fall any further —Then the only way is up from here.I felt my own chest rising.That was the first breath. That was me.The floor... was the start.---
