Just a poem...from a prespective other than my own

I sit under the water
and its coming down
down
on to me
I look up throught the steam
up at this shower head
it soaks me in realty
it drenches me with it
and there isn't much I can do...
there is
but i'm not doing it
I want to feel it
I want to be drenched in the cold water
With every drop that hits me
an inkling of my soul is released
released to finally scream about the pain
the pain that it has been soncealing for so long
and the water comes down.
I'm sitting
curled up
hiding
trying to minimize my very presence
trying to turn it into an absence
An absence no one would notice
and then I notice
and the cuts are suddenly fresh once again
and they bleed
and the red water flows
and it hurts.
Then there's the bruises
o the bruises
I cry tears of blood as it all comes back to me
terrorizing.
that's what it was
How could he have done this to me?
how could I have let him?
The pain.
O the pain
and the water is suddenly more han water,
its suddenly acid
I feel it discentigrate my flesh
Ohhhhh!!!



and i open my eyes
look up
and realize its the same cold water coming down
I start to drift to another place
a place i've been before
I realize that i'm losing myself
where have i gone?
where have I been?
where am I going?
I swallow hard
i give out a breath
and take in another one
and then i know
it's about to happen again
I hear it
its coming
NO GOD DAMN IT!

and i come to
and the water comes down.