Memories.
Unwavering pain.
Dry tears, blood-flushed cheeks.
On first glance, appearing strong.
Behind the mask, I am weak.
Dream stained pillow, drenched in grief.
Twilight, my best friend.
Eyes locked open.
Tangled stomach.
Sadness.
Begging for the end.
Succinct to the point, yet powerful. It leaves a lot to think about, including reminiscing over past similar feelings, where one feels at fault for things done, but knowing it’s not you. Well done Kayleigh.
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Kayleigh Denton
Mon 27th Nov 2017 16:54
Thank you so much Fred. Knowing that my words are being understood, and that people can relate to them, means a lot to me!