Empty bottles & spent cigarettes litter the bathroom floor

The bathwater, cold & stale, drips from the sides of the tub & hits the floor with a
boom,
boom,
boom

I'm lost,
Dazed & confused,
Comfortably numb,
Or whatever song title you wish to tack to it

Fact is, I'm gone

I look down & watch my chest dive under the water & then quickly rise with each breath

Every so often I hear footsteps outside the bathroom door, followed shortly by a knock & a 'you okay in there?'�

I answer back dryly, 'I'm okay.'�

But really, I'm not

I just needed to get rid of them
I needed them to go away

I locked the door for a reason

I don't want social interaction
I can't purge these demons by talking about them

I need to drown them in booze & bathwater

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