They tear me down,
dismantling all I hold dear.
They softly whisper,
faintly in my ear.
Telling me things,
no one should hear.
Recount the memories,
No one should bare.
Telling me harshly,
You don't belong here.
YOU ARE READING
Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
