I slipped
They laughed
I smiled
They believed
I died
They questioned
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//
Slipping
I slipped
They laughed
I smiled
They believed
I died
They questioned
