I'm expected
To sit in silence
To hold it all inside
But my hands are shaking
And my heart is quaking
Whether you see it or not
I'm crying
I'm mourning the loss
of the girl I was
Replaced by who I am today
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//
