Jul 10, 2024 02:15
The weak noose gives life a new lens.
Alone on the floor with a bruise you can't defend.
The whispers sound like starving babies crying for help.
The words shared prove they never cared.
While I see a new you waiting below the surface.
You're still too hopeless.
The thoughts never get quiet.
It's not your choice to leave.
You don't go, even when you're told.
You need to be pulled or you'll never succeed.