Sometimes an already broken heart
Can break even more
Especially when you're slowly slipping
Away
As a mist settles
As your eyes turn to glass
As your heart to stone
As your lungs fill with ash and smoke
Trying not to slip away
Not to slip away again
But maybe for you to be acknowledged
To be valued
To be safe
To be okay
You have to slip away
Back to the depths of anger
To the pain
To the sadness
To the brokenness
Because sometimes all it needs is a little push
And you fall away
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoetryA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
