Tears keep falling
Like they're too heavy for my eyes,
Too heavy for my soul.
This choking emotion leads me to the place
Where I lay begging on the floor.

YOU ARE READING
Small Voices
Short StoryWhile I sit alone, the voices whisper in my head. I close my eyes to hear them say."write us.... don't let us die when you're dead....."
Tears 😢
Tears keep falling
Like they're too heavy for my eyes,
Too heavy for my soul.
This choking emotion leads me to the place
Where I lay begging on the floor.