The Morning After (Revised)

It's the morning after, and i get in the shower to forget about the pain, but today I'm not the same.

By my hip there is a scare although i didn't get very far.

The steaming hot water on my scar it pours, i don't know how much more i can take, my bodies so sore.

The morning is supposed to bring a new hope now in the shower i reach for the soap.

The burning is unbearable for cleaning this wound. I didn't know this morning could bring me such doom.

Pain is what I thrive on, pain is what I need, I must take 2 steps backwards to succeed.

Now its not just the heart on my hip, my real hearts breaking bit by bit.

It's the morning after facing my doom, but time only heals a very clean wound.

**When i typed this on here the first time i really screwed it up! I'm sorry and I hope you like this version better