venom drips
from others lips
in excess like saliva
and backing away is any chance at survival
the words hit like bricks
and seemingly there's no quick fix
for this internal bleeding
there's no antidote which is a bit misleading
i'm a screw up
a messed up
outta luck
ugly upchuck
idiot
total twit
halfwit
I GET IT
I'm worthless
with no purpose
i get it
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//
