It creeps up when you least expect it
That feeling of emptiness
As you lie alone
In a bathtub in the cold
The water silent and cold
Your tears slowly filling up
It reaches my neck
I can't wait to drown now
It reaches my neck
I can't wait to die now
A drop of sadness
A drop of joy
Swallowed by the river
Along with the things that I enjoy
I claw at my throat
To let the scream out
I claw at my throat
To let my last breath out
Some days I hate you
And some days I love you
And one day I'll kill you
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PoetryA mix of poetry, short stories and things that actually happened that I hope will make some people experience things that they normally would not. I want to make people see the world how I see it. Where colour is sound and a painting becomes life.
