I’m a pillow.

There are a few ways to start a post like this. Maybe with a few clarifications.

He and you

He is unknown

He can be you

He doesn’t have a particular identity, as he does not belong to one person

I’m a pillow.

You must have known from the title.

Or maybe you may have missed it.

People tend to discard things that don’t matter to them.

I‘m a pillow.

I always need to make sure that people hear and listen to what I have to say.

My mom used to tell me that she wouldn’t repeat her words more than once.

But she did

I’m a pillow.

He held me like a pillow.

He held on to me like I mattered.

He cried on me.

You promised.

You promised me I wasn’t just a pillow.

I’m a pillow.

I just lay there.

I just lay there and let things happen.

I let you use me.

You promised me I wasn’t just a pillow.

”Fluff fluff fluff” you say

Fluff fluff fluff

That’s all I have inside.

I’m just a fucking pillow.

You need me, I’m there.

I get thrown around too.

You forget about me when you don’t need me.

You hold me when you can’t sleep at night.

You mold me into something new each day.

Fluff Fluff Fluff

That‘s all I am inside.

While your needs are met, my dreams are broken

While you sleep in peace, I live a nightmare

While I catch you every time you fall, I fall deeper and deeper into a hole

I’m just a pillow.

An inanimate object.

I wish I was a real pillow.

Maybe that way I would matter.