Monday, June 16, 2008
The Unspoken
Many things left unsaid
Build up like tar in lungs
I'm suffocating
I breathe in darkness
The only thing that will embrace me
The only something I deserve
Never exhaling
Saving others from the smoke
No one should feel my pain
Nobody should even know
Never talking
I stay seated with my mouth shut
Only inhaling
Many things untold
Build up like piles of waste
I'm decaying
Wishing to cry out apologies
To those who called me friend
Not letting them close enough to know
I feel haunted
And it is my own fault.
Note To Self:
you can't make everyone happy.
i've tried.
it's impossible.
reminisced;
- 11:53 PM