Between my head's pulsing
And my stomach's constant convulsing
I'm in pain
And I agree with the rain
I cry for days at a time too
So really, rain, I'm just like you
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//
