My lungs are collapsing
I'm gasping
For air
My heart is pounding
It's beating
Too fast
My head is spinning
Bad thoughts
Are winning
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//
My body
My lungs are collapsing
I'm gasping
For air
My heart is pounding
It's beating
Too fast
My head is spinning
Bad thoughts
Are winning
