Sometimes I wonder
how many times did my pillow soak in my tears?
how many layers of my agony does it holds?
how many peices of my soul which were lost in the dark of the night does it know?
is it aware of my image that a mirror can't show?
is it not tired of the taste of this water that falls mostly with the pain I have been hiding well from the world?
is it not tired of me?
it is aware of my scar?
does it know that I am not scared of the monsters in the world
but
of the monster I think I am?
does it know how deadly i have been for myself?
and if my pillow knows it all
then
hell yeah!
my pillow know me well.
- ANUSHKA
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