The bathtub
water poured through the faucet, it seemed hotter than usual. I let
my hand touch it a little as I reached my arm in. I could feel it
burning my fingers, letting me know I was real. Letting me know I
was still alive.
I don't like going in there. I had to go in there. The door
shuts, blocking out the rest of the world. Leaving me alone,
drowning my small cries with the noise of running water. I had to,
but I didn't want to.
I just never know where else to go.