I wonder what made me this way, to who I am today

Because when I'm looking at old pictures

of me, I seemed so happy, I see how my brown eyes

were full of this sparkle and I wonder to death

where have I lost them, perhaps they escaped

with all the tears and my smile that reached

from ear to ear that died a long time ago

suffocating under all these fears,

I couldn't open my mouth, where my smile once was,

and reach for air because so many words

are thrown at me who become demons,

inside there, to leave marks on me,

And that boy who blamed people on

smoking because he didn't get

why it makes sense

if it only kills you from the inside

and nothing else, lights up anyone

now everyday because he needs to murder

the thoughts inside who are stealing

all his fragile sides