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Bathtub


I'm just soaking
in it
Just counting the
minutes
Blood stained water
             in 
                 the 
                      tub
It's hardly the time now
is it
When you're breaking a 
little bit
Shoving purple fists 
                into 
                       walls
I just can't help
it now
You'll have to show
me how
Not to cut myself into 
          internal
                        scars
I'm so sorry 
that I
Can't keep my damn 
face dry
But the water is above 
               my 
                   head
You could do so much
better
Instead you chose to keep getting
wetter
This tub has been keeping
                 you
                        in
I can't seem get out of
my skin
And I kept thinking where
have you been
It has started to fill up 
              my 
                    lungs
But you have decided to
stay afloat
While I begin to sink beneath
the boat
At least I can see you 
          breathing 
                           still

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