Nov 2020
Listen to my words.
They're harsh
And pained
And wild.
Listen to my cry,
The tears
Of a broken child.
But don't forget,
My friend,
That I can listen too.
I see your lonely words,
And I'm here
For you.
They're harsh
And pained
And wild.
Listen to my cry,
The tears
Of a broken child.
But don't forget,
My friend,
That I can listen too.
I see your lonely words,
And I'm here
For you.
So many poems are cries for help disguised as art. I know what it's like. Don't give up. <3
