Why does she cry on her pillow at night
Wondering if anyone loves her for her mind
Just covered in thoughts and fluffy pillow tassels
That’s just how they were designed
Ripped at the seams and knowing too much too early
Why is she only 14 and knows why it aches between her thighs
The washed out fluff from inside the pillow
Is the only one that hears her cries
Coming home black and blue to a house she once called home
Drugs. They caused it. No that’s her only resolution
To the thoughts that drown her deeper then her pillows wrapped up in her tears
So what’s her solution?
Where does she go from a house that wasn’t a home
When she’s sick of running from her mind
Is their anyone out there to help her she wonders
Is there anyone that kind?
A crippled pillow on its last legs
A love that was once seen as someone who will care
But what happens when that pillow falls apart
It leaves a love that is lost and will linger there
But what’s a girl that’s only loved by her a pillow
The one who controls her dreams
A young girls life lost
By no ones love and attention and sickening screams