I went into the bathroom
and in the tub I lay
not too sure of what I was doing
I just needed to get away
The door was locked
The lights were dim
I sat in this dry tub
and went for a swim
I sat there drenched in solitude
drowning in my tears
seeping in what I’ve created
My frights and the fears
When a heard a familiar voice
A plead to let her in
A tiny little cry from inside
Deep beneath my skin
She brought comfort and warmth
And I finally felt at ease
Thanks to this little help
Who came to my hopeless pleads
When I was most lost
Not sure who to turn to
I, myself came running
To help pull myself through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
L ast one to turn to a t the most hopeless time u nder all the pressures r ocking our consciousness e very fiber of our being n one else but our own self!