I was in a dark place
And I hated every monster I faced
I am my own worst enemy
And I am trying so hard to set myself free
I have hated for so long
I have to love myself and know I'm not wrong
I have been so angry
But now I'm in a place of healing
I've made mistakes
I've trusted fakes
But I'm not quite fixed
It's myself I pick
When forced between myself and darkness
Now I feel the pull of darkness is less
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//
