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The drain dripped lazily, like rain water, into the icy bath Dark circles dress beneath my eyes like storm clouds The bathroom is black, except for the light shinning in from under the door I sit submerged in the cold water, skin numb from the biting temperature Fully clothed It's 10 am Monday July I have spent all my sadness Saturated myself in it Now all is left is the dark, and the loneliness Each prowling around my mind Growling I stare up at the ceiling No light Only vague shapes Creating themselves out of shadows And tricking my eyes Soothing my conscience My heart is racing My fingers shaking Both arms are strewn along the sides of the tub But despite the solidness beneath them I'm floating It's 11 am Monday July Time is slipping by My teeth are chattering My toes are gone My lungs hurt From breathing My eyes hurt too I only feel physical pain I sink lower into the coolness My chin hit the surface Then my nose My eyes I'm covered I open my eyes against my bodies better judgement It hurts them But they already hurt I already hurt I open my mouth Water breaks in I scream They drown It's 12 pm Monday July My hair drips into the bath water I'm shaking My throat hurts My arms hurt Still no tears Where did they go? It's 1 pm Monday July The waters red It's finally warm again But my body is cold My eyes stare at the ceiling My lips are turning blue It's ... I'm
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
Ice Cold Bath Water
The drain dripped lazily, like rain water, into the icy bath Dark circles dress beneath my eyes like storm clouds The bathroom is black, except for the light shinning in from under the door I sit submerged in the cold water, skin numb from the biting temperature Fully clothed It's 10 am Monday July I have spent all my sadness Saturated myself in it Now all is left is the dark, and the loneliness Each prowling around my mind Growling I stare up at the ceiling No light Only vague shapes Creating themselves out of shadows And tricking my eyes Soothing my conscience My heart is racing My fingers shaking Both arms are strewn along the sides of the tub But despite the solidness beneath them I'm floating It's 11 am Monday July Time is slipping by My teeth are chattering My toes are gone My lungs hurt From breathing My eyes hurt too I only feel physical pain I sink lower into the coolness My chin hit the surface Then my nose My eyes I'm covered I open my eyes against my bodies better judgement It hurts them But they already hurt I already hurt I open my mouth Water breaks in I scream They drown It's 12 pm Monday July My hair drips into the bath water I'm shaking My throat hurts My arms hurt Still no tears Where did they go? It's 1 pm Monday July The waters red It's finally warm again But my body is cold My eyes stare at the ceiling My lips are turning blue It's ... I'm
#sadness#sad#dark#life#hurt#forgotten#lonely#alone
katlyn-orthman
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katlyn-orthman
21/F/American
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
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