Pillow Fight

It is a routine,
Wait for a break,
To start the fight,
To grab and throw.

We fight,
A big smile,
With a laugh,
Lots of teasing.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Torn

I felt the hand,
It snatched my heart,
I felt the sharp shiny knife,
It pierced through ever so deep.

I can feel my heart,
It still beats so alive,
I can feel my blood flowing,
It's splurting out like waterspray.

This so obvious,
Yet noone sees it,
Only I can feel its pain,
Only I can see its darkness.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

My tears

Tears kept flowing,
Why? I have no idea,
It was way too tiring,
For my mind my body.

Fingers pointing,
At me they blame,
Voices of them critisizing,
At me they sounded so lame.

Yet I can't stop them,
I get hurt with all these,
I have feelings too damn!
My heart broken into pieces!

I pressed my hands,
Against my ears so hard,
Refusal to hear a word of no sense,
I sat by the corner ending up so confused.

I closed my eyes tight,
So hard it made me blind,
Refusal to see the leading light,
I lost my way and also my mind.

My tears,
It meant nothing,
My fear all these years,
It was for the void of everything.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts