My Thoughts

My Baths Are Too Hot

I run my baths too hot. The kind of hot bath that makes your heart beat too much to the point where you can see your chest pulsate. The quick violent rapid beating and booming of my chest rings through my ears as I'm in a silent room with my thoughts my heart beat and a bath that's too hot.

I run my baths too hot. The kind of hot bath that makes your cuts and bruises hurt and bleed while you try to relax in a stinging sensation that tingle your body and covers you like a blanket made of needles. The Pain rushes through my body as I'm in a silent room with my thoughts my scars and a bath that's too hot.

I run my baths too hot. The kind of hot bath where your entire thought processes slow and your eyesight fades when your about to faint and you try to stay upright but you lose your balance. I'm in a silent room with my thoughts no eyesight and a bath that's too hot.

I run my baths too hot. My ideas begin to spring into action as I think about writing to share my ideas in a world where it's hard to be heard. In a world where guys are seen to get it easy and girls get the worst of it. A world where I'm sat alone, unheard, unwanted with no thoughts, no opinion and a bath that's too hot.