I hear the silence
It brings me to violence
I'm in a war against my head
No ceasefire until I've bled
Repeating phrases
But never the praises
Beating myself down
Until all I can hear is my heart pound
As I swipe a blade
I think of all the mistakes I've made
The blood doesn't stop
There's so much now to mop
I'm sorry
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//
