crying in the shower
pick it up
put it down
crack a smile
then a frown
all my feelings like today's clothes
sit a while
just outside
in a pile
the steam in the air
makes a fog in my brain
enticing the pain
but i don't seem to care
so so badly
i want to be there
it won't be long
until i'm not here
so then what do i do ?
what do i do when there's no more of nothing for me ?
why are they not understanding why ?
they don't understand why
i don't understand why
i suppose no one understands why
and it's left me with nothing else to do except
give into that call
and let the tears fall
slower than the water pounding on my back
it flows down the drain
and slips through that crack
it mixes with the hair and soap and grime
it all swirls and twirls like my thoughts
through space and time
hot water
in circles
hot water
in circles
hot water
in circles
this doesn't happen often enough, i think
what a waste of water
