i thought maybe because i had friends
that everything was good again
but i couldn't deny
the sleepless nights
and the days without emotions
followed by panic attacks
so after i admit it
i quit it
just to do it all over again
because i've lost all my friends
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//
