The Invisible Room

I have found a place where I am invisible

It's behind a locked door, on a white tile floor

While the only sounds are my breathing and the running water in the sink that's downing out the voice of my tears because my fears are drowning me

It's a good thing no one can see

I'm sitting here shaking, avoiding glances so caring I'm scared they will break me

I don't want to see that look in their eyes

But in this room, I don't have to

I can sit here smiling as their empty words and my own lies both wash away like that water down the drain

My body is like the ocean

My skin - the clear blue waves beating along

Like the coral reef, you can see everything underneath 

All my organs floating within a glass case

I'm too infested with sharks though; they can smell the blood that pours into my veins like crimson smoke

I wish they would leave, but I just let them keep swimming

At times I ask, Would anyone be able to rescue me?

But then I remember that it's better to be invisible

You don't want to drag them down into the murky depths with you

Allow a ship to sail your seas you know are far too dangerous to travel

They would never make it through that storm

No. It's better to stay where the seashell rug is warm and the dolphin figurine is my only company

Like liquid, I fill every container, but here, I spill onto the floor and separate, no longer wanting to stay together

I can't just float on forever

I'll drown one of these days

And open my mouth to let the water fill my lungs

Until I overflow

And like the sink, so will I