When you looked at me I knew you were more than just tired eyes I saw how you kissed their bullets how you choked on the gun powder
Every since the day they labeled you as empty you've been trying to fill yourself with things you never lacked
Two years had past and you grew your hair out
Your mother kept telling you to cut it, said it made you look messy
She didn't understand that you couldn't cut it
Because you couldn't hold a pair of scissors without wanting to dig them into your skin
Because you have a war within
And your enemy is you
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Words
RandomThis is a collection of poems. All are written by me and the photos are my own. Hope you like <3
