What is wrong with me?
I am so full of emotions
That I have become empty.
I cannot feel at all.
In the civil war that is me
I must call
A draw between the sides.
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//
War
What is wrong with me?
I am so full of emotions
That I have become empty.
I cannot feel at all.
In the civil war that is me
I must call
A draw between the sides.
