As i sit here
Pondering my self-worth
The sound of my tears dripping down to the floor
Echoing around the empty walls of the bathroom
I wonder...
Is there ever an end to this never ending silence..
Will the voices ever go away?
Is there even such a thing as an end?..
And if so, does it hurt?
Or do we just picture it to hurt as that is what we ought to belive
To me ive met many ends
All both good and bad
Yet each time im even more shocked as
The times pass
I question my worth and what I find important
I wonder is there truly an end to this silence?...
With all of the corrupted violence
Is there even a real peace in it all?
Or was it some mirage to keep us going
So we wouldn't lose our minds
so i sit here and wonder...
Is there truly an end to this never ending thunder in my heart
Letters to You
By kth_simps
These are just small letters/poems to voice out my thoughts :) More