it's not about them
and if i could etch that
on the inside of my head
repeat it so many times
that i can't do anything but
believe it
i would, i so would
because it isn't
it's not about them
it's about me
being happy
being care-free
being gutsy
being me
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//
