Bathtub

Partly written piece.

Drinking Tequila in the bathtub

I stare at my own reflection

She seems a weary traveler in a strange land

Dancing lights cascade as I watch tears hit porcelain

All I wanna do is scream into the blackness

Claw my way to the real reasons I feel this

Popping another pill to make me happy sick 

Weary bones in this faded paper skin

Eight year old is curled in a corner again

When will things make sense?

Reviews

[aspen]

I really like the theme encrypted into this piece. I relate to the feeling you're describing way more than I would like to. This was written very well, I love it.