Spending time awake
Is spending time afraid
I'm afraid of my own shadow
And I live in a world where nobody knows
If I die and nobody really knew me
Did I really exist or was I a figment of my own imaginary imagination
They don't really know me
They just know my story
They know about me
And of me
But if I had a choice,
I'd choose to be loved as me
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//
