can you hear me?
can you hear my voice?
that echo perplexed in the softness form
can you hear it?
it barely scratches the surface of anyone's hearing.
can you hear my screams?
can you hear the pain that lingers within my voice,
the tiredness that lurks within my vocals?
can you hear it?
can you hear me?
because I am getting tired of trying.
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.
