Swimming In My Own Mental Filth

When I’m moody,

it’s like I’m drowning,

floating and swimming

in a vast sea of

filthy, stinky, polluted and

black onyx water.

The sea is as dark

as the nights sky

and cold like snow.

Depression is

like swimming in

my own mental filth.

When I’m hurt and angry,

I swim in a swamp

of my own salty tears.

It’s like an inundation

of my tears I’m spilling

onto the wooden floors.

I swim,

float and drink

my own poisonous chemicals

I’ve produced inside of me.

My home becomes

a lonely forest

with little crimson puddles.

My bedroom turns into

a massive cold black river

I’ve hopped right into.

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