3:27AM

Don't tell me I'm not alone. At 3:27AM on a Friday when I'm smothered in my darkness with heavy thoughts and what if's clutching at my tear stained pillow. I sit up and look around the room to see that the only person here is me. The only person who hears the cries is me. The only person who cares is me. So don't tell me I'm not alone while I sit here engulfed in my own sadness with no shoulder near. 😒

As evening sets

Each day as the evening sets the ache builds in her chest. She knows she must go to bed and try to get some rest. She hugs her tears stained pillow close when no one is around. She cries for ones she's loved and lost, and she screams without a sound. Others see her in the day and think, "she is doing well," but every day as evening sets she enters her own hell. Time hasn't healed her pain at all, nor has it quieted her fears. So every night, alone in bed, she sheds those silent tears.