you'd think your heart was broken enough
but then the people closest to you
show you what they're made of
they show their claws
and the teeth held by their mighty jaws
the venom dripping
their facade slipping
sometimes even the truest become untrue
and your friendship can always be unglued
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//
