I was told I was pushing them away, but I was hoping that they would come nearer and see my pain.
I was told that I was isolated but i wanted the warmth, my chest was deflated.
So now I sit and I wait for someone to notice that my seclusion is my cry for help
And my silence is my pain being demonstrated.
YOU ARE READING
Glass Hearts and Shadows of Monsters
PoetryWhen there are monsters in your head And a glass heart in your chest You can't wage a brutal war without your heart being broken
