the faucet in my bathroom is broken
my bathroom sink faucet is broken never stops dripping, clumps of mascara red hair dye stains creeping out the bowl like the twisted monster i feel i have inside it loves to watch me cry and puke and bleed but sometimes it's just so sweet and tame taxidermy clone of myself in the mirror somethings just a little bit off in his eyes and then i realise his hand tracing my thigh his grip gets tighter, nails sink into my skin and his staggering teeth gnawing at my neck and then he stops and disappears for a bit we repeat our exchange every now and then until then i'll watch my sink faucet dripping
i have a leaky faucet in my bathroom and it drives me nuts sometimes. fun fact, when i'm depressed or anxious i always go sit on my bathroom floor, if i'm not at my house i will find a bathroom to sit in. the only thing that sucks about this is mirrors, which seem to taunt me whenever i see my crying reflection. this is basically about that shitty feeling of looking at yourself in the mirror after a hard cry