Full of promises

I lay in this bathtub full of promises,
wondering when one of them will be fufilled.
I lay here my eyes closed tightly,
trying to wash those memories away,
I run my fingers over my skin,
washing away every thumbprint,
every touch of fingers,
that were foriegn to me...
and I wonder..
are promises only made to be broken?
My heart lay shattered on the bathroom floor,
bleeding into the cracks on the tile..
leaking into the ground and past the surface of my home...
becoming seed in the soil...
planting my pain deeper into my soul...
and I wonder...
are we only meant to grow old and die?
my arms outstretched...
my body covered in droplits of water...
I feel like a weeping willow...
I can't keep them up to long...
they weep...
my body weeps...
and I wonder...
Is it possible for a young girl to be so old?