My pillow has been through a lot
Maybe more than me
My pillow, I thought
Holds the secrets that keep me away from my dreams
My pillow is stained with tears
That stream down my cheeks
Searching to find someone’s shoulder
My pillow however claims them as theirs
My pillow keeps track of all the exhausting screams
It’s like clockwork
Measuring the time it takes for my life to slip away
My pillow, is ripping from its very seams
But it seems as though my pillow endured all of my sorrow-filled pain
Which pains me to think about but still
My pillow remains
