I spend so much time
Making my demons rhyme
That I barely cry
In fact, I'm numb inside
If I put all my emotions deep down
Maybe my smile won't be a frown
Maybe I'll be okay with living
Maybe with myself I'll be more forgiving
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//
