The day, September 4th it was, that forever changed my life,
The day, September 4th it was, felt like the sharpest knife.
I could tell you the story and take up far more than an hour,
Or I could express the pain I felt when it burned it the shower.
The shower is a place to think, to realize, to wonder,
Followed by a good night’s sleep filled with joyous slumber.
That’s what I thought would happen, but I would quickly learn,
That in the shower depression stings, it itches, hurts and, burns.
For in the shower, I let the demons inside of my head win.
I never wanted to look in the mirror or hear my own name again.
I felt as if I didn’t deserve to smile, eat, or sleep.
Instead of doing so, at night I would just weep.
My grades were getting low, so I was getting high,
I couldn’t decide if it was easier to stay and fight, or die.
I would not wish this pain upon anybody, because what you do not know
Is when the demons take your mind from you, your heart becomes cold as snow
If you were never burned like me, don’t forget to count your blessings,
Smile now, while you can! The clock is still ticking.
But I refuse to quit, I’m strong, not delicate like a flower.
And I pray with everything I have that you do not burn in the shower.