please stop trying to be perfect
i know you're trying to protect
everything you feel inside
but at some point, it will all combust and collide
so stop striving for perfection
please form a real human connection
let someone inside your tuff exterior
i promise, your interior is not as inferior as you think it is
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//
