Like knives sticking out my skin,
like small blades living small cuts;
it was this pain that I deserved to feel,
the one that every word could destroy my thoughts.
my heart goes out to you,
please take it I don't want it.
It'll be better in your care
since I made my brain take over me a habit.
So do me a favor and take care of it,
or bury it for the sake of not feeling any pain,
because all the things my heart was feeling
would make me want hurt and destroy my brain.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
