**Maybe** I just need a drink of water

…

And all these distructive thoughts will leave.

Maybe will open up my lungs.

So I can finally breathe.

But I choke.

**Maybe** I need to splash my face

…

Heal each scar.

Imperfections dotted across my skin.

Scrub it all away.

Until I bleed.

**Maybe** I just need to cry

…

And scream.

Wishing I was something more.

That I can never be.

So I sit empty on the floor.

**Maybe** I need to go for a swim

…

Have some fun.

To relax.

But instead I drown.

In my own panic attacks.

I was told that water solves all problems

So why haven’t they solved any of mine?

…

**Maybe** I just need a little more water.