The whispers in my head trying to break free are the ones that are restraining me.
You can't decide you cannot speak for the thoughts are barred up trying to break free.
What are the odds of one flying free one in a million you see, the thoughts are trying to break free.
The theory's you had are the ones you gave up on, but the thoughts are breaking free.
The things you kept only to yourself the ones you'd promised you'd never tell are finally breaking free.
The unannounced idea, The opinion on a book are finally broken free.
You were not heard
**lol this sucked**
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the lost
Poesía"And when you left, You showed me, The pain Only the Loneliest can see."
