The healing shower

When depression is at it’s peak

And my existence has gotten weak

A cold shower is where I go to let my soul speak

Do I have a purpose?

Do I have the will?

Was it worth it?

Can I stomach this pill?

I’ve become numb and I need to feel

All of the pain that I know is real

It’s become to much to conceal

These layers must be peeled

I stand in the rain to feel my pain

I take a cold shower to Regain my power

As the water falls on my face

It takes my tears into a cold embrace

Forming a steady stream

Giving new life to my dreams

The heavy flow of H²O

Continues to run off of the tip of my nose

Taking with it all of my pain

Carrying it, for me, down the drain.