my head was submerged so deep under the water,
so i could ignore the thoughts.

it gave me an escape from reality,
and a comfort that the world couldn't give me.

the sound of the drain was like a prison bell,
to go back to the cell of my reality.

my doubts were the prison guards,
and the migrains from the self-blame and rumination were the bars.

i bent the bars apart,
and silenced the intercom,
when i started listening