If our bathroom walls could talk
They would shiver at the thoughts of our actions,
Chills would go down every crack between them
As they struggle to tell a tale of what we do in the loud moments of silence,
We receive after the shutting the doors closed.
They would flinch
at the sight of blades and the silent cries
Filled with words we leave unsaid.
I swear if our bathroom walls could talk
They would describe exactly how we felt on moments where everyone thought we were happy
They would tell their listeners that they are no longer used to their purpose but are also
the safest place,
Softest shoulders to lean on,
On somber moments.