It's nights like this
I remember why I'm so scared of monsters
Not just the ones under my bed
But the ones that reside in my head
I'm not scared of dying
I'm scared of living
These people are just monsters disguised
And I don't know how every time I'm still surprised
They're callous and cruel
Especially in high school
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//
