Dec 2020
Fighting all by herself,
On the rough grounds of day
Now, she is tired
As her wounds bleed
And she breathes heavily
Her nights are filled with silently loud tears
Her days are a battle
As the sun breaks into the night
It is another day
Another battle
On the rough grounds of day
Now, she is tired
As her wounds bleed
And she breathes heavily
Her nights are filled with silently loud tears
Her days are a battle
As the sun breaks into the night
It is another day
Another battle
This is a poem I wrote when things were too ******* me. Writing poetry comforts me in strange ways.
