Shower.
I let the water distract me from my stress
But does it distract me, or simply repress it momentarily only for the stress to crawl from my chest to my back
And when I turn, allowing the hot liquid to trickle down my spine, doesn't the stress just jump right back onto my chest? Where the water is no longer reaching?
You see, a shower is a wonderful distraction, and a lovely thinking place.
But I can never tell which it works best for
Cuz whilst I'm shoving my demons down the drain
New ones step into the shower with me
Shower part 2
The cancellation of silence is soothing, my thoughts sometimes harder to hear with the water running
Or is it they focus elsewhere until I realize I can't stay in the shower forever
When I get out, they greet me like a slap in the face
You can't fix all of your fucking problems with water sweetheart
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Poetic Depression
PoetryAny given rant or poetic piece I write when feeling depressed or anxious. I share my story in attempts to raise awareness against mental illness as well as to encourage others that it is okay to struggle, and that you are not alone.
