sink
it drips all the time
i can hear it in my room
a steady pace
drip
.........drip
..................drip
falling to the bottom of the sink
it has to be hard to always be on
for people to think you're off
to think you're fine
it feels like that sometimes when i smile
the nob turned all the way to the right
off
but then i get to my room
head on my pillow
drip
.........drip
..................drip
are you crying too sink?
can they hear me like i hear you?
do you wonder when
someone will need you next?
do you look at the door
like i look at the phone?
are you waiting to be called into action?
are you leaking sadness too?
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