Hot water
Like thoughts
Over my busy
Mind
Steam
Like confusion
In my cluttered
Heart
I wish
I could wash away
The feeling
Of distaste
I scrub
But red skin
And puffy eyes
Were never
The soothing lullabies
I had hoped for
When I turned
the water on
And tried to drowned myself
In soap.
I want to feel clean
Want to melt away
Step out
And find my hate
Clogged the drain
I wonder if they smell
My sadness
If they smell my hesitation
So I scrub
And scrub
Mabey I'll always be filthy
With thoughts
Crawling inside me
Under my skin
Like a digesting disease
Yet I get in the shower again
And hope mabey this time
I won't have to get out.
~brokenglasseye
