Everything swirls down the drain,
But the only thing that sticks
Seems to be pain.
It gets stuck in the pipes,
Chemicals can't make it right.
It's packed in tight, and the water overflows,
Filling the tub, with nowhere else to go.
While I'm trying to bathe,
To scrub off all this shame.
The water sings your name,
With every drop
It sounds the same.

And it's draining, slow
Where do all these feelings go?
I think I know, but I don't.
They just leak through my pores,
Orifices
Open and make sores.
Open fists, and they're gone,
And the drips still sing their song.

I'm exhausted.
It's draining me.
I just want to be clean,
So we can start from the beginning.

-SLuR