It's 1:00 a.m. and I'm suffocating on my tears, telling myself that I should save myself.
It's hard to cry without a sound, the pain gets deeper in your bones if you don't shout.
And I go to sleep, burying my face in a dry pillow and I wake up the next morning with damp hair and a damp face and I pretend it was all a dream.
Then as I try to get up, my chest weights me down back on my bed, only to realise that my heart has been feeding on my pain all night.



- LynnAA