Bathroom Seminars

When life is out of hand.
I don’t know what to do, so I cry.
My tears to sleep, my heart to beat.
My phone becomes a tool to alleviate my woes. It has all the answers, mostly. The only thing I can control. When I’m sick, I google, and keep it to myself. When I’m sad, I ask my phone “why am I sad?”, I get the answer. Is it depression or anxiety? Both. But I keep it to myself. Self diagnosing, but I know deep down it’s true. But when there are no answers. And I don’t know what to do. I can’t take it anymore. My thoughts go astray. My face begins to melt. Pooling imaginary puddles onto the floor. I have to calm down. I know. I find myself in the bathroom. Doors locked. Crying silent tears. Silent screams. Silence. My only place of “peace”.