It's cold.. so cold I'm trapped in a the bloodiest of bathrooms I've ever been in, this is the metaphor I used to describe my life. My life is the bathroom encasing and trapping me forever and ever, giving me nothing but water and sanitation to clean the wound of my broken heart, to cleanse my twisted mind, and to fix my broken bones. But what happens if I wonder off to far and decide to go out of that bathroom? I become helpless, unwilling to live and a misanthropist. I could never wake up from nice dreams, it's always delusional nightmares. So I have the though of life is only a bathroom that encases and puts you away from the people you desired to meet and then I wake up, with no thought I wasted the day and moved on.
