Open your ears, can't you hear me calling out to you?
I need your attention, I need your help
All of those times when you felt trapped
And grew weary of the constant darkness
that lived with in you
I was there
But now that I need you
you've became a distant memory
YOU ARE READING
Self Infliction to the Soul
PoetryBroken walls, shattered glass that has been filled with dismembered memories...Could only mean one thing, depression to the mind and infliction to the soul.
