This Morning Was Bad...

[Saph_Heart]

I'm awake at 3 am, panicking

I know I shouldn't, but I go into the bathroom

I turn the faucet on, place the soap in my hands, and scrub

My mind is screaming at me, telling me they're dirty

That underneath the nails is grime

In the lines that lay on my palms are filled with germs

And as I scrub, I don't notice the time pass by

By the time my hands feel even the slightest clean

It's already 3:47 am...I've been scrubbing for 47 minutes

And my mind is still telling me that my hands aren't clean

That I'll never be clean, I'll always be a dirty spot

On the clear, white canvass known as life