Final day. Final poem. I can't think of a title at the moment and my head hurts too much to keep trying. Enjoy.
The cool porcelain cradles my body,
knees pulled tight to my chest
and nails digging into my arms.
The hot water provides protection,
keeps the demons away and hides my tears.
If I stay here,
maybe these feelings will get washed away..
If I just stay here,
maybe the world will go away.