Standing in the shower with my head against the wall
Letting the scalding water fall
Wishing it could wash away my skin
Wishing it could wash away his sins
Maybe when my bruises heal
My soul will once again, begain to feel
It looks so fragile with all it's holes
Where the monsters took and stole
But it's sewed with spiders threads
So it's as strong as a spider's webs
There's really nothing left to say
Accept that maybe one of these days
I'm gonna be ok
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Standing in the shower with my head against the wall
Letting the scalding water fall
Wishing it could wash away my skin
Wishing it could wash away his sins
Maybe when my bruises heal
My soul will once again, begain to feel
It looks so fragile with all it's holes
Where the monsters took and stole
But it's sewed with spiders threads
So it's as strong as a spider's webs
There's really nothing left to say
Accept that maybe one of these days
I'm gonna be ok
Request permission to use this poem