In the dimly lit bathroom, I find solace in my tears.
It is here, hidden away from the world,
that I allow myself to release the pain that
weighs heavy on my heart.
The worn-out tile walls, with their rustic charm,
bear witness to my vulnerability.

As I stand before the mirror,
my reflection distorted by the cascading tears,
I realize that counting my tears has become an impossible task.
They flow freely, like a river that knows no bounds.
Each drop represents a moment of anguish,
a fragment of my soul that I have let go.