I hear your cry,
But please don't say goodbye,
I know you want to die,
But please stay, at least try
Don't cut your thigh
But tell me why
You want a noose as a necktie
I promise I won't beautify
As long as you don't justify
Why you'd rather be gone in the blink of an eye
Than see the next pink, blue, and purple sky
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
