I cry in the bathroom, at work, when I go,
Only to cry, or maybe do blow,
Never using the bathroom, for what it is meant for,
Just usually crying, staring at the door,
Everything gets to me, I cant keep it in,
So I shut the door, lock it, and begin,
Gotta sit down, too weak to stand,
No tears on your shirt, head in your hands,
Hide it well, they can't tell,
Inside you can only scream and yell.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
I cry in the bathroom, at work, when I go,
Only to cry, or maybe do blow,
Never using the bathroom, for what it is meant for,
Just usually crying, staring at the door,
Everything gets to me, I cant keep it in,
So I shut the door, lock it, and begin,
Gotta sit down, too weak to stand,
No tears on your shirt, head in your hands,
Hide it well, they can't tell,
Inside you can only scream and yell.
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