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This story mentions self-harm, please be aware.
Growing up, I would spend hours in a place that was filled with joy and protection. Also realizing, at a certain age, that I was too old to take baths anymore and leaving those memories behind. Until the time I came crawling back to it. To when I didn't have a bed to sleep in, to the tornado that ripped through the yard. Maybe, one day I'd be happy enough to come back to a joyful bath. But sadly not in recent years.
It's a safe haven, more like a place to be calm. To the times I have felt sad, to the times I wanted to die. Trying to soothe the implacable migraine, letting my head explode with the sound of my faint heartbeats. To the times that I thought to myself if I do it right this time the water will be red when it goes down the drain. To the thoughts that say, "Why did this happen to me," realizing that "why did I do this to myself." Why can't I just be normal?
The day will come when I will have a bathtub that is a mile long and a mile wide. Where I can fit and stretch out my tired body and mind. Where I can let my thoughts roam wild with no restrictions. Where I would have control of my safe haven.
But now the time has come to where I have to face reality. I have to get up because my skin would fall off wrinkled once more.
The last drop is gone down the drain of my bathtub.
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The World Through My Eyes: Poems, Short Stories, and Journals
Non-FictionThese stories and poetry reflect on my own life. Enjoy. :) The harsh reality of the truth. I'm a college student from Appalachia. Trying to provide a good life for my family. You can pick your nose, but you can't pick your family.
