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