In the cramped silence of the toilet,  
echoes of fractured thoughts spiral,  
the walls constrict, a breath held in,  
where shadows twist like fingers,  
clenching the air, a tightrope of despair,  
normalcy dissolves like sugar in bitter tea,  
my pulse stutters, a metronome lost,  
Hitchcockian dread unfurls its dark wings,  
memories bleed crimson, pooling beneath the sink.

I cannot endure this solitude,  
where are you, phantom of my heart?  
Your golden essence, a cruel sun—  
breaking me open, revealing raw flickers,  
sacrifices made to coax a smile  
from the depths of my ashen soul.  
Hush, now—the tears tumble,  
each drop a stone, sinking,  
a release from this coiled torment,  
trapped in a moment where time slips.

Tired of running, running forever,  
this pretty broken girl, genuinely wronged,  
the world outside a distant murmur,  
yet hope flickers, fragile as a candle’s flame,  
a soft beacon in the cavernous dark,  
reminding me that even in despair,  
life whispers its stubborn promise,  
that one day, I may find my way home.