SILENT TEARS FOREVER DRAINED



Each day as evening starts to set
The ache builds in her chest
She knows that she must go to bed
And try to get some rest

She hugs her tearstained pillow close
When no one is around
And cries for the one she loved and lost
And screams without a sound 

Others see her in the day
And think she's doing well 
But everyday as evening sets
She enters her own hell

Time hasn't healed her pain at all
Or quietened her fears
So every night, alone in bed
She sheds those silent tears.


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