I feel sorry for my pillow
Because it drowns in my tears,
I don't cry for you.
I know I'm not alone,
I cry for the years
That have come and gone.
There is love surrounding me,
Yet the heartache goes on.
Ripping through my soul
As if there were no walls.
I tremble and I weep,
Like a terrible storm.
Once the tears stop falling
I turn over the pillow
To rest my head upon its dry face.
I'll wake up in the morning,
As life continues on.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
I feel sorry for my pillow
Because it drowns in my tears,
I don't cry for you.
I know I'm not alone,
I cry for the years
That have come and gone.
There is love surrounding me,
Yet the heartache goes on.
Ripping through my soul
As if there were no walls.
I tremble and I weep,
Like a terrible storm.
Once the tears stop falling
I turn over the pillow
To rest my head upon its dry face.
I'll wake up in the morning,
As life continues on.
Heartache desperation sleep no sleep life strength emotion storm love sadness
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