tethered thoughts
tethered thoughts.
a broken soul.
stolen youth.
you never wanted this life.
you didn't plead for this type of living.
you were pushed under,
under the depths of the deep, dark abyss.
your screams didn't breach anyone's ears.
they never penetrated our minds.
and maybe,
just maybe.
if you did.
we could've saved you.
we could've stopped you from going down that deep, dark and dangerous path.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
