Intimate Depression

[daisy_jam]

I lay in the bathtub soaking
wet with water running
around my silhouette. Shaking
as the washcloth smeared regrets
over my skin. The bubbles
give my sins a scent.

As I vent I leave the shower
running so my sobs
are the only thing drowning.
The constant tapping on my face
keeps me awake as I sink into
the various stews my mind creates.

Weights are lifted with pruning. Peeling
of dead skin keeps me from
reeling into depression. There is a harmonic
progression between the faucet and my face,
the scrubbing and my disgrace, the steam and
my own embrace.

I need this state. The decompression
from being bottled up, like a coke, with a smile
is worthwhile. It teaches me
that the expression of weakness
is key in the building of a better me.

I thought this was really well written. You have so much talent. I liked this part the best:

As I vent I leave the shower
running so my sobs
are the only thing drowning.

Thank you for sharing and I hope you are okay.

[Svisttt]

This was really well written! Thank you for sharing it, it was a very enjoyable read and I hope you're doing alright! <3

[Celyn]

I really liked this and can relate. Thanks for sharing

[¯|_(ツ)_|¯]

You are so amazing with using description and painting a picture!I love the third stanza.

[Arabesque- golfing girl.]

This was wonderful hugs.

[daisy_jam]

Thank you all