Everything's Just A Little Sad With Me [√]

[ deadweight & showers ]

april comes with the blues
i'm stuck with my head again
the bathtub overflows with cold water
i dunk myself and make a splash
only to jar my spine on the tile
the tingling sensation of pain
throws my body into overdrive
i cry and sob, i don't wail out the grief
because misery might hear and comes
to check on me, i don't, i can't, handle
the two of them at the same time
i suck at entertaining visitors
my home doesn't feel warm
i don't bother with pleasantries
i think i drank my way to the bottom
of the bottle last night, might explain
the headaches, or is it because of the
meds, either way i'm hangover, the room
grows damp but i remain curled inside
the white tub, hair plastered all over
my face, wet and soggy, like my heart
a miracle it still beats despite the pressure
of the shower, somedays i feel like deadweight
and want to sink, but i guess the tub is
too shallow to drown me out