Showers of Hope

I stood in my shower waiting and hoping that when I got out that the world would make sense

I tried to wash my emotionsdown the drain but it left me shaky and raw

And the hot water feels like home because my life is living hell

The steam wanders upward intermingled with my soul

And the cold water reminds me of the ice inside my heart

I am trying to fill my body yet I am still so empty 

Nothing can make me whole again

And I refuse to leave until I understand how my life will get better

I hold on to hope, I have to

Hope is the only thing keeping me alive

Because honestly, how could it get much worse?

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