Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
My soul is exhausted, it whispers for me to rest But my heart says, “Fight. Don't give in. This is a test.” My brain says “Do whatever you want.” and  it wasn't a lie So I dropped my head, held your hand tight while I hoped to die
0
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
Your Hand
My soul is exhausted, it whispers for me to rest But my heart says, “Fight. Don't give in. This is a test.” My brain says “Do whatever you want.” and  it wasn't a lie So I dropped my head, held your hand tight while I hoped to die
Shawin
Written by
20/F
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem