You think you're enough to fight the hate?
Years of trauma of how dark it gets,
Forgiving yourself wasn't enough, might stop and just tryin give up.
Years of failure of fighting hate,
Lost hope in the darkest days.
Path scribbled on a paper sheet,
Sunk in tears like a paper boat.
Forgiving yourself wasn't enough, its hard to breath and not try to give up.
But light whipers in my ears, showing the potential I couldn't live up.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryWords that are not spoken. Some by choice, some by Life and some by you.
