At morning Around 5:30 I woke up From the beautiful And serene dream My eyes were smiling My lips were blushing The imagination bathed my bruised heart That furiously Entered my life
Around 7:30 My extra calories Peeping from My short tee Asked me To hide them Before the people With naked eyes Gaze them And helplessly They have to hide themselves 45 minutes of walk Bathed my skin With salty water
At 8:30 After resting for A few minutes The bathroom Was waiting For me to wash the Salty water In the cold bath tub With the soap of life I bathed My scary skin And my wounded heart With a smile Which I got from the messages I was receiving
From 9:24 to 5:49 A screen against my eyes The desk with dust And keys juggling Beneath my fingers Achieving nothing Coding to deciphering Misery of life Bathing itself In each sip of The bitter coffee
Filled with happiness The sarcasm Got no rest The language Which only we knew To understand The shower of laughs The bathe Gave pain To my cheeks
Around 9:30 A forced bath To wash out The black dreams Where I used to live And abandoning me From my own life From my old ink Just to show The World How worse I am and how clean They are
The bathe I had Now I just Don't Want To be clean Let me stay in dirt I belong there My fragile heart Now bathes Itself With words They said were damaged "