The shower floor is my temple,
A sanctuary for thought,
After an icy cold shower,
I turn the handle to scalding hot.
I let the steam melt my mascara,
Black lines trickle down my face,
But which side will reach my chin first?
Every day it's a race.
As I sit there, weeping,
On the grimy shower floor,
I ask myself what I'm doing with my life,
And wonder if theres someone I want more.
I think of you at first,
But then I think of them,
I wonder what she'll think;
Though I know she'd rather me chose him.
What other people think
Or do, shouldn't concern me,
It's just so **** hard for me to figure out
Who it is I will chose to please.
I know, I know,
You've been here all along,
But maybe it wasn't you,
Maybe I'm the one that's wrong.
This shower floor has got me thinking,
There are many paths to chose from,
The problem is there are so many,
And I only want the right one.

Bottled up.
Sealed inside.
I cry out
Like the ocean at high tide.
Secrets are boiling,
Boiling inside me.
Hot air lifts me up,
I dont have enough gravity.
I just want to combust
And the colors of this secret
Be vividly spread throughout,
Though if that happened, I'd have regrets.

And in that moment
I fell for you like a bullet to the chest;
You took my breath away
As I had fallen
So deeply in love with you.

Kiss me softly
As I drift asleep.
Play with my hair
As I start to count sheep.
One. Two. Three. Four. Fi-
Kiss me sweetly
As you watch me drift away.
Let us rest together
All night, until day.
Kiss me gently
I want to wake in your scent.
A night like that
Is a night well spent.
-ve. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Kiss me strongly
Pull me in, close to you.
We'll get each other's name
As a rib cage tattoo.
Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thir-
Lay with me every night
As I fall asleep.
And help me to
Keep counting those sheep.

C-alling your parents because you have no
O-ne to talk to or hang out with.
L-osing touch with everyone and
L-eaving all your old friends.
E-ventually realizing that it's not all you made it out to be.
G-reat, compared to high school, but
E-very day you come "home" to an empty dorm. Alone.

With 8 billion people in the world,
You'd think it would be
Impossible to feel so isolated.
So tough to explain,
I'm frustrated,
This is complicated,
I feel like my soul has been obliterated,
Mutilated, and violated.
I can't think straight,
And no, I'm not gay,
Just a little confused
Feeling battered and abused,
My heart's been misused
And I have been accused
Of using others, when I'm the one being used.

Maybe one day I'll meet a person who will willingly get down on their knees and help me pick up the pieces of my heart that you broke and slowly bind them back together again in hopes of being able to love.