As I feel myself, sitting in the bathtub, listening to the water droplets from the faucet but, not only that, the water droplets that fall from the tear ducts, in my eyes. When I’m in the bathtub I hear 

voices but only the results in my head of which thoughts are those second  teardrops. When they land in the water it’s like the feelings of pain go down the drain when I can get a fresh set of teardrops.