Runs deep

The damage is done and you come around to your senses as you look and see the red mixing in the water.

Tears streaming down your face as you sit there with the shower running over you,muffling the sound of your cries, filling the air with steam.

You felt that, you felt the sting and you kept going and now the damage is done and you are either going to hide it or you will have to own to it and you feel tired.

Tired of your life, tired of the same story, tired making it look like is not that bad, like you’re happy, you should have gone deeper.

You’re also tired of your own bullshit, of feeding into the feelings, tired of falling for it and tired of hurting the ones you love because you did some damage, you should have not done it.

You sit there as the water washes away the blood and the tears, you pick yourself up and go on about your day feeling it hurt every time you walk.