Everytime you speak,
knives stab my heart.
Everytime you tell stories,
tears swell in my eyes.
Everytime I learn more about the past,
bees numb my body.
Everytime I read that cryptic message,
I die inside.
YOU ARE READING
Listening to the Voices
PoesieA collection of poems Warning: may cause some triggers, contains graphic descriptions, do not read if affected easily. P.S: You are all beautiful and truly amazing, you are not alone and there is always a better way. Lots of love! Stay strong loveli...
