Each day as evening starts to set
The ache builds in her chest
She knows that she must go to bed
And try to get some rest
She hug her tearstained pillow close
When no one is around
And cries for one she loves
And screams without a sound
Others see her in the day
And think she is doing well
But everyday as evening sets
She enters her own hell
Time has not healed her pain at all
Or quieted her fears
So every night, alone in bed
She sheds those silent tears
YOU ARE READING
TEARS
PoetryHiding our pain and tears are the hardest one, but it's daily happening to her.
