Shower droning
Im hovering
not floating

Can't wash the feel of dirty away
The grime is caked on my mental state

Mind muck
Yuck
I feel slimy
Ugh

I'm slipping out of reality
Watch me melt away
I am the grime
I become locked in a state
Like hair in a drain
I clog the ways
Of weak facades
get that bottle out of my fucken face
A happy pill can't help me on my better days

Medicine feels like a hopeless routine
Doctor get away from me
And soap can only clean the external feelings of decay
How TF do I clean the rot off my brain

Well

before I take a blade and try to dig into that place
I think I'll practice my knife skills on my arms and legs

I'm a perfectionist
My perception is
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