During the Day

During the day
I became a solider
covering and hiding my pain
when night fell, like the day,
friends and loved ones left and there I was,
alone with my thoughts
I crumbled and like broken glass,
the pieces sat nearly transparent
awaiting for me at my pillow so that when I laid my head down,
glass would pierce my skin and I'd bleed
The pillow became a place for reminding
I wanted to forget

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Anonymous said…
love eternally
Beautiful

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