My hands

Having so much on me, what do I do?

I wash my hands of everything,
My crush, my depression, my pain,
As I walk through it all in the
Storms of lightning, snow, and rain.

I wash my hands of everything,
My blood, my dirt, my pain,
Breathing the lonely free air
With nothing to lose and nothing to gain.

I wash my hands of everything,
My sweat, my tears, my pain,
Viewing the world as I always have,
Not letting myself go insane.

I wash my hands of everything,
My secrets, my thoughts, my pain,
Opening myself as normally as always,
Letting everything go in vain.




won 3rd place in Pain of Love contest