Being

I can hear the faucet dripping
At the edge of the tub I’m gripping
It’s cold and I’m numb
Got scars I don’t know where from
My chest is tight I’m weezing
I can hear the door creeking
His footsteps creeping
My heart is weeping
And my soul bleeding

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