And she set aside
Her pride
And tried
To get the help she earlier denied
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//
Sometimes help is necessary
And she set aside
Her pride
And tried
To get the help she earlier denied
