I cry salted tears.
Tears for the pain, tears for the humiliation, tears in silent isolation
from those friends and family who do not understand.
Falling asleep in front of the white porcelain throne,
the bathroom rug my pillow until my bladder urges me to wake up again.
Bladder full of ice, full of glass shards and sadness
that knows no volume of pain.
This sad and painful nightmare that never leaves at daybreak
and dreams are only full of memories from the time before,
before pain and such sadness.
A long journey full of potholes of pain and depression
until at last: recovery