Every night, Her pillows get soaked From the stream of tears Flowing down her cheeks Loudly, she weeps As she feels the pain deep Deep in her soul A huge hollow Resides inside of her A void she couldn't fill She tries hard to encourage herself But all the encouragement gets trapped in the black hole on the inside of her She comes out during the day, Smiling and laughing hard But no one knows what her nights look like.
I wrote this to be published in a chapbook. Hope this piece is selected