They tell me to submerge myself.
But I know it's bad for my health.
Cos whilst they relax and sigh,
I tense up and cry.
The water flows over my skin,
That's when the pain sets in.
Cruel memories in the soap
As I pretend to cope.
One day I'll have a bubble bath,
I'll relax with a sigh and a laugh.
But until then the water looks too deep
And the price is way too steep.
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Lachrymose
PoetryLachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ adjective tearful or given to weeping. A collection of amateur prose and poetry illustrating the inner turmoil. Mainly a dumping ground for loose thoughts and ideas to be interpreted in whatever manner.
