I don't know why I'm surprised
Because the people who never heard my cries
Didn't even notice
I'm at my lowest
I am a shell of a human
Can't make eye contact cause I'm ruined
Left broken and confused
Wondering if they saw all my bruises
Am I making it up?
All the nights I cry
Is it why
No one notices
Are the bruises real?
The way they make me feel,
Is it fake?
JUST GIVE ME A BREAK
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//
