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.