You were here,
laying on my chest.
Now you're gone,
just like the rest.

She took you away,
now never again will I see,
that smile
you had on your face
when you laid
in my bed with me.

This bed my hide away my keeper of secrets which lays my pillow which is drenched in tears that I cry

My bed is an escape from reality where the monster that we call society can no longer reach me

my bed which where I hide away will only know my truth

when I leave I wear a mask which is not me but a mask that I wear for society only to be taken off when the curtains close

when I go to bed where my tears will be dried once again by my pillow


as I lay in my bed where the thoughts of the days past well consume me only to start again in the morning