I wrote a thing..
I can’t hear the noise
The room is
Empty
But for your whispers
Never had a choice
My heart is violated
But for my whimpers
And i just don’t know
Can’t throw that same shade
We cut the corners
But my knife is dull
Due to sharp veins
Whisper to me
A discordant melody
Whisper a thought choked
Dil-em-ma
Re-mem-ber
That if not for this suffering
I might still be....
Happy















