" every night , muffled sobs wreak the air ,
yet i remember ,
tears fall continously , yet i remember ,
cries turn louder , yet i remember ,
i remember the wounds and scars,
i remember the knives that were words,
i remember the silence that was pain,
i remember the solitude that was hurting,
and i cry , but no one really comes ever ,
for they never know , under my blanket,
what really is happening -
i am falling apart  "

Sometimes blankets are all I want, or sometimes they are the only thing I have .