Broken down
Vision blurred
Heart broken
Left alone
How can you escape?
How can you survive?
Questioning if it's worth it
Questioning if it's time
Time to go
Time to leave
Questioning if it's enough to live by
When you see the silent waters,
That begin to rise
Stained with blood
Stained with tears
Stained with worthlessness
Stained with scorn
Stained with nothing at all
But still left,
Broken and questioning
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoetryA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
