I came to you for a simple chat,
just want to talk about myself...
But you refused to talk,
you walked away without saying a thing.
Now, I sit here alone,
there is no place where I can go.
No one with who I can talk,
say what I really feel.
Nothing I can do,
so I go back.
Back in my dark room,
back in myself.
I have to end all this,
just by myself.
I take the knife,
making a little scratch.
I feel it, but not enough,
making anothe and much more.
No more sorrow
No more problems
No more pain
No more me
It's too late,
the decision had made..
Now, I don't have to talk anymore
but I hope you will remember my last words.
~just a simple chat with you
was to much asked~
*Het is een gevoel van een tijdje geleden waar ik nu pas kon over schrijven, kon uiten..*