This carpet weaves its holes in me
on the bathroom floor.
The smell of rot from underneath,
the stench of wanting more.
Momentum lost in curtain rings
as anger fills the tub,
steaming rage pours over me.
Cleanse me from the inside out.
Slipped on doubt, broke the chain,
fear became unplugged.
My courage sliding down the drain
lost in the steel and grout.
-Christy Ann Martine
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~Depression Poems~
Teen FictionBasically anything that either relates to how you're feeling, or something to help cheer you up when no one else is there for you. Message me if you need to c:
