screaming until my throat was raw
trying desperately to end it all
but something stopped me
for you, that's what i'll be
a stop sign
a red light
please stop trying to die
because i care
and there's no lie there
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//
