I cry in the shower,
So I don't feel the tears.
I make the water hot
To comfort my fears.
I sit in the tub,
And contemplate life.
Covered in water.
Hand holding a knife.
I sit and wonder
If I'd be better off dead.
I'm getting cold,
And the water is red.
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Forever Falling
PoetryLife always finds away to knock us down, and this is the poetry of the things that continue to make me fall. The sad thing is I can never catch a grip on life so I'll continue to fall.... forever.
