Shayl

YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING (then you broke my heart after promising not to)

Each day as evening starts to set

The ache builds in my chest

I know I must go to bed

And try to get some rest

 

I hug my tearstained pillow close

When no one is around

And cry for the one I loved and lost

 And scream without a sound

 

Others see me in the day

And think I'm doing well 

But every day as evening sets

I enter my own hell

 

 

Time hasn't healed my pain at all

Or quieted my fears

So every night, alone in bed

I shed those silent tears.

Comments2

  • Whimsical_1

    I love the versing you have in this poem. It's definitely a pain I'm sure many of us have experienced. Wishing you some happier nights to come

  • Goldfinch60

    Those silent tears will pass, they have for me.

    Andy



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