a head that is spinning of the voices with in
telling lies and trying to convince the mind
of killing and cutting in own skin is a solution
thoughts going around making loops and flips
one moment you can face this happy and great world
a second later it's a living hell and a scary rollercoaster ride
people that are after you not a clue why they do
a mind full of trics to make your self believe your oke
a body that is trying to hide the scars that you left behind
a knife under your bed to cut so you can sleep in peace
pills for the next 100 years so you can do your homework
a high building in case it gets to wild and you see no exit sign
people pulling on your hands and leggs because you are a danger
for who you think? what am i doing wrong i am trying to live!
not seeing the scuffle you affect in this world around yours
doctors of convincing you that this is not a normal living day
inside you feel this hate, not for them but for what you are
a sick person, with a twisted mind, drugs taking over who you are
leaving a trail of memories you can't place because of a fake happy feeling they placed in side your crippled body with those chemicals
they should have left you the person that you were some day
now i see nothing then a chimera of the mind i once loved
black sun: | Donderdag, februari 20, 2003 23:10 |
in 1 woord: schitterend! hij is diep geschreven, duidelijk vanuit je hart. heel veel sterkte en liefs Linda |
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littleilse: | Donderdag, februari 20, 2003 19:20 |
mooi gedicht, succes/sterkte kiss ilse |
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Wim Meeus: | Woensdag, februari 19, 2003 02:02 |
Puur en ongezoet beschreven ... Succes ... XXXXX en knuffff Groetjes van Wim |
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Auteur: violetangel | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 18 februari 2003 | ||
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