I don't have words
It may seem like it
But I only have sobs and screams
My throat is becoming rusty
The day-
I go
I'll try,
I'll try to whisper
I don't care anymore.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
