~Watery Breaths~
Watery breaths and hot bathtub bubbles
The room is dark but the water is darker
Wipe my dyed skin with pruney hands
The air is hot but I’m so cold
Little lines on my wrist mark my mistake
Can’t reach out, not enough blood
I’m crying now, as I hear wales
They’re kicking down the door to save me
The door I can’t see
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