Tonight in my shower I scrubbed
Every inch of my skin until it was raw,
And my arms ached from the process.
And I curled up and cried.
I wanted it to end, to have never begun.
And as I pressed against the wall,
I thought, 'Today has been okay.'
I washed myself from the suds,
And wondered if I was depressed;
Pressed my forehead against the cold faucet,
And thought, 'Today has been okay.'
And as the cool air reached my body,
I didn't mind like usual.
Hot or cold, it didn't matter.
And then thought, 'Today has been okay.'
I wrapped the towel around me,
Shook my hair, and walked into my room,
Where I found a picture of you.
And for what it's worth,
I thought today has been okay.