Each day as evening startsto set
The ace builds in her chest
She knows she must go to bed
And try to get some rest
She hugs her tearstained pillow close
When no okne is around
And cries for one she loved and lost
And screams without a sound
Other see her in the day
They think she's doing well
But every day as evening sets
She enters her own hell
Time hasn't healed her pain at all
Or quieted all her fears
So every night alone in bed
She sheds those silent tears.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
Each day as evening startsto set
The ace builds in her chest
She knows she must go to bed
And try to get some rest
She hugs her tearstained pillow close
When no okne is around
And cries for one she loved and lost
And screams without a sound
Other see her in the day
They think she's doing well
But every day as evening sets
She enters her own hell
Time hasn't healed her pain at all
Or quieted all her fears
So every night alone in bed
She sheds those silent tears.
Found this on pinterest. It fits me perfectly
