(no subject)
if my pillow cud talk
it would say so many things
about how i wish i could get away
and wish i had wings
it would speak
of all my tears
all my stories
and deepest darkest fears
it would tell
of all those nights
i just laid n cried
and about my dreadful sight
as i am a brave girl
i after b
but the family
cant see what its doing t me
i look so happy
careless and free
but deep down in side
is the real me
there is only one thing
that knows how i feel
that's my pillow
it knows the deal
as each night
i pray cry n talk to it
about how i wish
i could quit
quit my life
or just run away
but i always stay
to face another day
so i dedicate this poem
to my closest friend
my pillow
always with me till the end