Each night I step into the bathtub
I set the knob at its highest temperature
Wanting to be able to feel it burn
I sink into a lying position
And breathe in and out deeply
It sounds like thunder under the water
The waves from the faucet gently rise
And cover me in a warm blanket
This slow drowning is comforting to me
And as it reaches the crease of my eyes
I close them
And I wonder why this is the only place I am at peace
Away from people
Away from the world
Only when it reaches the tip of my noise
Do I jolt up and catch my breath
I don’t have to cut
Or write a suicide note
Or smoke and drink
This is a good enough drug for me
And in that brief moment
I disappear and I’m home
Well stated ownership of the release of self when comfortable in our surrounding.
I'm glad you don't need any kind of substance to make yourself disappear like that. Sometimes we all need to disappear, but you're lucky to have people to reappear to. -miss ann thrope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one - well described.