I have never heard a silence quite so loud
I walk in the room and you don't make a sound, make a sound
You're good at making me feel small
If it doesn't hurt me, why do I still cry?
If it didn't kill me, then I'm half alive, half alive
How did we get so far gone?
YOU ARE READING
sad and broken (poetry)
PoezjaThis is where I write my pain Making my pain rhyme and poetic This is my book of thoughts My book of pain Hope you enjoy!!
