At night I lay in bed and cry myself to sleep,
The tear stained pillow that I see when I wake brings the memories flooding back,
The questions in my head the answers that I do not have
For I've become someone I do not know
The once bubbly girl so happy and bright,
Is now a girl of sadness with no burning light,
I often sit and wonder how I let this be you bought me down to place I call misery
This dark hole that keeps sucking me in wants me do bad I feel myself reach in.
But then I wake, was this just a dream?
Then I look and see my tear stained pillow and realized just how real this really is
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