‘’i attempt to pick myself
up after lying on the shower
floor for almost an hour
i grab onto the side of the
tub to hoist myself forward
but it proves useless against
the weight of my depression
i think about the water bill
and how expensive it’ll be
after i’m done
if i’m ever done
i haven’t even washed my
hair yet nor have i shaved
my month old legs
i’ll wallow in this tub
till i drown in it
till my heart ceases
perhaps that’d bring me peace.’’
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:52 AM UTC
‘’i attempt to pick myself
up after lying on the shower
floor for almost an hour
i grab onto the side of the
tub to hoist myself forward
but it proves useless against
the weight of my depression
i think about the water bill
and how expensive it’ll be
after i’m done
if i’m ever done
i haven’t even washed my
hair yet nor have i shaved
my month old legs
i’ll wallow in this tub
till i drown in it
till my heart ceases
perhaps that’d bring me peace.’’
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