No Shoulder To Cry On
Tears seem to be falling more often now,
as I lay in my bed, alone and helpless,
the darkness and the silence are with me,
my only comfort, offers no real help,
the clock on the wall ticking endlessly,
as my life ticks away, the minutes like years,
I lay on my back and stare up at nothingness,
the tears now falling down the sides of my face,
trickling into my ears, trying to tickle me,
yet, no smile can ever find me here anymore,
there is no shoulder to cry on tonight,
it was my pillow that ended up getting damp,
I know I cried myself to sleep again,
tightly grasping my pillow as if it were you.
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