Contemplation
Memories.
Those of pain.
Blotches of red smear my cheek.
On first glance, appearing strong. Though deep within, I am weak.
Tear stained pillow. Soaked with grief. Late at night. My only friend.
Eyes pinged open. Knotted stomach. Sadness. Longing for an end.
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!