My life has been a series of closed doors
And loud creaky floors
Late night fighting
And quieted crying
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//
Childhood
My life has been a series of closed doors
And loud creaky floors
Late night fighting
And quieted crying
