When I spoke,
you held a mirror in front of my face.
When I cried.
you bought yourself tissues for your tears.
My voice was muffled.
Your voice was clear.
My sobs were hushed.
Your sobs were deafening.
I will hear your voice until I take my last breath
It was the only voice I heard in the depths of the night.
In the wake of my sorrows.
Your voice.
Your hurt.
Always yours, never mine.
YOU ARE READING
Hurtful
PoetryThis is about poems that I feel as tho I can relate to and I'm sure a lot of others can relate to. Just remember your never alone, there's always someone you can reach out to and talk to tell them how hard it is tell them how much you are struggling
