I hate the way the dark
Makes me fall apart
I don't think it's all right
Been keeping me up all night
But maybe the darkness is my friend
Unlike the thoughts inside my head
Darkness helps me hide
And holds me while I cry
These thoughts inside
They lie
And collapse all my pride
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//
