When depression is at it’s peak
And my existence has gotten weak
A cold shower is where I go to let my soul speak
Do I have a purpose?
Do I have the will?
Was it worth it?
Can I stomach this pill?
I’ve become numb and I need to feel
All of the pain that I know is real
It’s become to much to conceal
These layers must be peeled
I stand in the rain to feel my pain
I take a cold shower to Regain my power
As the water falls on my face
It takes my tears into a cold embrace
Forming a steady stream
Giving new life to my dreams
The heavy flow of H²O
Continues to run off of the tip of my nose
Taking with it all of my pain
Carrying it, for me, down the drain.
About the Creator
The Bird Nest
Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman3 days ago in Poets
Memory's Garden.
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By Samiha Bushra 2 days ago in Poets
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I'm feeling the cold