When you've been broken down
You begin to lose hope
The knife that's glinting
The one your sibling used to cut
The one that tempts you on a daily basis
You consider it
But don't
Someone's holding you back
But who?
You feel the arms snake around your waist
Gripping you
Preventing you from ending
You turn to see who it is
No ones there
No ones holding you back
But yourself
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoesiaA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
