• jayatewary 24w

    Each day as evening starts to set
    The ache builds in her chest
    She knows that she must go to bed
    And try to get some rest
    She hugs her tearstained pillow close
    When no one is around
    And cries for one she loved and lost
    And screams without a sound
    Others see her in the day
    And think she's doing well
    But everyday as evening sets
    She enters her own hell
    Time hasn't healed her pain at all
    Or quieted her fears
    So every night alone in bed
    She sheds those silent tears

    ©jayatewary