The floor of my bathroom is a grave
I visit there sometimes to bury myself
Head under the water and I can finally breathe
No hearts to beat in this room of fantasy
Grimy tiles: so beautiful at the end
time will turn and the world will pass
And I’ll have to return eventually
But for now I don’t exist
I wait to be found
fretted over pointlessly
Warm tears in my mothers eyes
Make me smile
To know it’s all over now.
I can stay here for a while.