There is something about bathroom stalls
That is just so comforting
No one can see me
No one can hear me cry
I can finally breathe
And sit there
Tears rolling down my cheeks
And hands over my ears
Trying to block out all incoming sound
Making patterns in my head with the tiles

Every place has one
Bathroom stalls are my consistent safe space
And I know it sounds stupid
But I don't know what I would do without them

i've struggled over the weekend
I kept all my stress in
And my thoughts have finally caught up to my head
now I breakdown

take a spoon
take a knife
the guard can not be looking
lights go out
start to scrape
and out the hole you go

the alarms start to ring
lockdown
it sings
but into the boat you go
and out the prison you go

up the ladder you go
before it starts to snow
get up off your low
you will finally be beaux
trust me its not faux
i swear that you will glow
so up the ladder you go

back again
so soon
you ran away
you came back
did he not give you the gifts?
did he not give you the love?
but still
my arms are open
come inside
again

fly away
fly away with me
don't need the crazy men
i can just me be
with those wings
those butterfly wings