Head On My Pillow

With my head on my pillow, tears strolling down my face,
I wonder to myself why life is at such a slow past.
With my head on my pillow, thoughts spinning through my head,
I think to myself im not the one who starts seeing red.
With my head on my pillow and my body is oh so dumb,
I tell my self over to stay strong, and hold my tongue.
With my head on my pillow, emotions running all around me,
I taste the sourness in his soul and hope ill soon be free.
With my head on my pillow a tender voice whispers in my ear,
As it runs through my body a helpless tune screaming have no fear.
With my head on my pillow, as all memories come flooding back,
I realise now when your hand came in touch with my face it formed a smack.
With my head on my pillow I whip away what seems wasted water,
As I remember the unforgiving times you let me alone at the alter.
With my head on my pillow, I hear the voice of the person I used to love,
I tried to block out the times I were pushed and shoved.
With my head on my pillow, as my heart starts to slow itself down,
I try to help my sad sorrows to safely slip away and drown.