Every morning i dread the day ahead
and i flip over and go back to bed
One of these days i'll be happy
and i'll wake up gladly
I'm just waiting for that day
when all sadness has been chased away
I hope it comes soon
cause im getting tired of sleeping in till noon
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//
