⪻Poem #2⪼
Tears are down the echoing bathroom.
Holding on to the string of waters—
She was afraid, would prickly fall.
Crying emotions about, silently always;
Not knowing she can be heard,
Sometimes when it gets louder.
But do they really even bother?
Because no one ever reached out to her.
Every time and time alone,
Whenever she pours out her down-in-the-mouth feelings and emotions,
Her lips held no sounds.
