Sometimes, I sit alone and start thinking about my life.
Within moments, my eyes fill up and my heart feels heavy.
I head to the bathroom and lock the door, I don’t want anyone to see me cry…..except me!
For some strange reason, I watch myself cry? I look in the mirror and stare into my eyes; I cry even more. It’s like I’m the only one who can understand how I feel.
Only I, know the pain and hurt I’ve seen, been through, and still try to deal with.
Only I, know the true me! x
I know the feeling, all too well. The bathroom is a sacred place for me. Hang in there. Just take it one day at a time, for now.
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Thank you. X
(It’s definitely my safety place to be alone)
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I like the poem, not the sadness
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