Shower thoughts

And I'm standing

My arms braced against the cold tile

Scalding water running down my bruised back

Blood and dirt running off my skin 

And tears...silently trailing down my face

As I realise here, I am utterly alone

As I count down the days to have hours

And realise I would count the hours for minuets

To be anywhere else.

But I fought so hard to get here

It was supposed to be different.......