It not just me.

It’s not just me.

It’s not just me.

Sitting on the cold tile

of the bathroom.

Tears filling my eyes

like a pool in the summer.

My dad yelled into my phone.

Stop, stop your crap now.

I sobbed harder.

Yell at my Amelia to

I pleaded.

But it was no use

Amelia the favorite golden

child.

Sat in there on the tiles forever

Sobbing.

The tiles on the floor

grew colder

And I just sobbed harder.