Poetry, Poetry by CJ

Tear Stained Pillow

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She’s just too drunk,
To give a fuck.
She fought her last fight.
She always knew,
She was right.
He doesn’t care.
He’s never there.
It’s like suicide,
A slow ride,
Cry every night,
‘Till she dies,
On her tear stained pillow.
She’s so high,
When she cries,
No one can hear her screaming inside,
Cuz’ she’s dead inside,
Her life’s a wild ride.
She gave up on praying,
Cuz’ she’s still paying,
She’s lost control,
She’s sold her soul,
He don’t care,
Cuz’ he ain’t there.
He ain’t home,
He left her alone,
Too high,
To cry,
To die,
She’s wondering,
On her tear stained pillow.
So with her tears all bottled up,
With her unanswered prayers,
She’s no longer scared,
Cuz’, she’s trapped in the middle of nowhere,
Too high to cry,
So say good-bye,
She lays her head down,
One last time,
On her tear stained pillow.
© Clara J Chauteco
February 1, 2016

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