Each day as evening starts to set
The ache builds in her chest
She knows she must go to bed
And try to get some rest.
She hugs her tear stained 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 enter 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.
-kp