This morning in the shower,
My tears hotter than the water,
Beating on my bare back,
Sliding down my legs,
To form pools at my feet,
I miss you,
This afternoon in the shower,
Leaning against the cold wall,
Finding anything to keep me stable,
Everything a blur, I'm getting swept away,
I miss you,
After work in the shower,
Sobs racked my body,
I can't keep it in anymore,
I smashed my fist into the tiles,
All it did was echo,
Back into my brain,
To bury itself deeper,
So Id never forget,
FOR THE FOURTH TIME TODAY IN THE SHOWER, I CRIED AND THE TEARS ROLLED,THE DIZINESS CAME BACK TEN TIMES WORSE,  MY MOURNING COULD BE HEARD FROM DOWN THE HALL, MY FIST BRUISED AND ******, BUT THE FOURTH TIME I SCRUBBED, I SCRAPED EVERY FOUL WORD OFF MY BODY, EVERY SCARR AND EVERY EMPTY APOLOGY DOWN THE DRAIN, I SCREAMED UNTIL GOD PUT HEADPHONES IN, THATS WHAT HE USUALLY DOES WHEN IM CRYING, THE FOURTH TIME MAYBE NOT THE LAST TIME,

Tonight I wanted to die,
You'll never know,
The shower will never forget,
I cried my sadness into the foundation of its very existence,
They still say,
It sounds like weeping,
When the waters running.