if only they could see these words dripping down my face
like a GirlCovered in black mascara tears

if only they could hear me cry, muffled in the stall
like a running faucet with no where to go.

if only they could taste the blood on my lips,
like the deepest wine stain from a bottle, wasted

if only they could smell those memories I drag with me
like overflowing "***** laundry"

Then maybe they could finally toss that old float in the water
and pull me out