myynasir

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myynasir

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myynasir

I admit I am not what's your definition of beautiful. I'm not graceful. I'm not the one you'll stop just to admire. I'm not the one who'll make you go weak in your knees. 
          My skin is no more than a patchwork of dark scars. 
          The sentences that my mind weaves get stuck in my throat and come out from my mouth in the form of broken words that I cannot repair. 
          My bones become weak and fall numb on nightly basis. My pillow knows me way more than I ever will. 
          I'm a walking contradiction.
          Instead of running away, I've learned to live with the wires that pierce my dreams and hold me back. 
          I choke on my own invisibility. 
          I have sea of insignificance flowing through my veins that drown me inside.
          I'm not perfect. I'm not perfect for you. 
          But when everyone has given up on me, will you still care? 
          When I shut you out because I'm sure you'll get sick of me too like everyone else, will you still hold me tight?
          And when I push you away to save you from my demons, will you still stay to light up this dark soul?