Instead of falling asleep
I poured over your letter
I didn't mean to fall in so deep
Thinking it'll only get better
But truth is it can always get worse
I tried reading between those lines
But I'm tired of not being first
I'm always finding myself behind
I'm more numb than I've ever been
Tired tired tired of this smile
All my patience and will wearing thin
Because truly, I'm not stronger than this trial
The lines on my skin proving my pain
The lines control me but I control the lines
Truthfully, all I do is complain
And I'm sure I've lost my mind
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//
