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Shower
I locked myself into the shower.
I closed my eyes and got under the hot water.
I just stood there with tears going down my face.
What I know so dear, I didn't want to move.
I let the water go over my body and face.
I wanted to wash my hair, but I was to scared.
Scared I would drown, I waited for it to pull me in.
The water to take over my mind and body.
I waited as the steam built slightly.
Engulfing me only leaving a image behind.
I softly leaned against the wall for support.
Let the water hit me and erase the thoughts on my mind.
I just leaned there with no expression.
Just tears, of pain and sadness, tears of hate and dirt.
As the water touched my body, I felt the sin committed.
Leave my soul and vanish down the drain.
I slowly slipped back into reality.
I started to wash my scarred brown skin.
It felt like everything disappeared once washed.
The sins committed that day, the pain of it all.
Slowly seeped out of my veins, a shade lighter.
I didn't smile, I simply cried.
Then I let the water hit me once again.
Then turned it off, didn't feel like long but it was.
Massaged myself with creme while still wet and then dried off.
I still had tears coming from my eyes.
Got dressed and walked out, I wish I was still in the shower.
I am still crying, but people see.
When in the shower no one sees but they hear me cry.
I took a shower, but I still feel dirty,
But at the same time clean.
~Kesha~
