The Other Side Poem by Sally Walker

What is it like in your bathroom?
Do you still see?
Do you still feel?
Do you still wish you couldn't do anything anymore?
While still wondering why you can't.
Does your hand have the same urge to meet mine?
Does your stomach wish to empty its contents?
To be beautiful.
Because you deserve the pain it carries.
Do you still feel the emptiness of everything?
The pain inflicted upon unexpressed words?
The love you wish they gave?
The hurt you wish you didn't have to feel?
Does your brain tell you the same lies?
Everything your eyes begin to believe?
What's the weather like?
Foggy?
From all of your clouded thoughts?
Do you write?
To express the words that cannot be said.
Do you walk?
To feel the cold that no longer can be.
Do you wonder why your thoughts are a conspiracy theory that cannot be solved?
Do you wonder?
Why nobody can see how truly lost you are?
How it's so much deeper than the surface?
But then do you wonder?
If they can but do not care.
Do you hide here?
In this bathroom.
From the reality of all actuality.