water prickling down my spine
bruises littered like a painting
cuts dripping,staining water
like the the taste of sour candy
a soul that's been murderd
just like my grace
as i sit in the bathtub all alone
wandering what to do next
i could easily just,drown
save me from my deamons
just to take a quick deep breath
like a pain reliver
i could easily just die
die without a notice
crisper red-orange water
to just flood my lungs
like the fire that killed tons
like the darkness that took over
the innocent child that's now
broken
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