Pillow Doll

r Pillow Doll: I been lying awake with a pillow in my arms, talking to it like it’s the only one who won’t lie back. Life been swinging hard, knocking teeth loose, bills stacking up like bricks on my chest and I still breathe. Lost friends to the street, lost sleep to the doubt, watched doors slam in my face and learned to kick them open anyway. They see the smile for the camera, they don’t see the nights I cried into this fabric, stitching myself back together. This pillow don’t judge, don’t ask why I’m tired, just holds me while I spill the truth I can’t say out loud. I’ve been broke, been betrayed, been the punchline in rooms I helped build, and still I show up. Cause quitting ain’t in me, even when the world says fold, I keep standing, scar by scar, lesson by lesson. They want pretty verses, polished pain, but I’m giving you the ugly, the real, the nights that almost broke me. This is for the ones working double shifts, for the ones loving people who don’t love them back, for the ones still here. So I’m spitting it all now, no filter, no fake hope, just the raw of surviving and still daring to dream. Pillow doll, you hold my secrets, you hold my tears, you hold the version of me the world don’t get to see. And if this is the last thing I say, know I lived it, I felt it, and I never lied to you. How’s that hit