I try my very best to, in some way, communicate with you. My voice only seems to carry on to smash against the walls that entomb me in this freezing cell that I built with the words that you refused to let ring in your ears. These one way ticketed words echo throughout this room, seeming to internally deafen me. You see me, I know it. You just refuse to allow my words to be heard by you. You turn your back to my beckoning.
YOU ARE READING
Little Writings From A Little Person
PoetryThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
