How comforting bathroom tiles can be,
When my tears need a place to sleep.

This quiet brings me solace,
As my palms press against the ground.

All I can focus on is my breath,
Heaving in harmony as tears splash down.

I can feel my chest quivering,
Heart aching out of my breast.

But my swollen eyes,
Only want to rest.

So I count the seconds,
Between falling tears filling up this space.

It's late now, my tears are tired,
Bathroom tiles feel like my only escape.