and if you look across the room
you'll find answers to all you assume
they hurt too
just like you
there's all different types of pain
so we're all carrying baggage with shame
but if we take the effort to smile
you may lighten their baggage for awhile
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//
