I stand up just crying.. <br />i feel your tear drops fall down too. <br />You cannot tell your crying. <br />They warm my body and tap <br />against my back, <br /> <br />Its warm and steamy, <br />The water smudges the mascara <br />On my eyelashes making thick black rings <br />around my eyes. <br /> <br />I wash up with soap. <br />It makes me think that im trying to wash away <br />The pain, hurt, past, and you. <br />Trying to make a fresh clean new me. <br />But it always comes back never <br />stays clean and perfect. <br /> <br />It suddenly turns cold. <br />Making my body freeze and shiver. <br />Then i know it is the end of this. <br />I turn hard to hear everything come to a hault. <br /> <br />And that was my shower.<br /><br />Pissed Off<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truth-51/
