I sit in a room
Bustling, and so busy
That it's making me dizzy
My head spins
My heart churns
Let me out
To see the air
Because I can't bear
To stay here
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//
ADHD
I sit in a room
Bustling, and so busy
That it's making me dizzy
My head spins
My heart churns
Let me out
To see the air
Because I can't bear
To stay here
