The giggles
The whispers
When you pass
The pitying
The laughing
When you ask
The oblivious
The "caring"
When you cry
The mourning
The regret
When you die
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//
