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
EL INTROVERTO
Zakaria
Officially 19
Demure by nature
Straight, single and not-looking
Music & Audio Tech student at SP
Drums & percussions
Sinister Infants
Melodic punk rock
i am just the way i am.
judge me for all you want.
it doesn't matter.
it didn't matter.
it will not matter.
be nice. and maybe with a wee bit of a miracle,
i might just be whoever you want me to be.
