Every
Every morning I wake up,
worse off then the night before.
Every afternoon I deal with the pain of life,
with no guidance from those closest to me.
Every evening the tears fall,
with nothing but my pillow to catch them.
Every night I think of him,
when I know there is no use hoping.
Copyright © Dana S | Year Posted 2009
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