You are my friend,
really you are.
But you don't now what's real.
I don't know if you know me
or that you think
that I'm an illusion.
I'm real, just like you.
It hurt me so much.
Every day
because I wanne help you
but it isn't possible.
People think you are crazy.
I hate the people
no, you aren't crazy!
you are just a persone
Someone with a problem
and you need some help
but I can't give it.
I'm so sorry!
But I like who you're
really!
You're a persone too
the sweetest one I know!
--> Dit "gedichtje" schreef ik voor mijn schrizofrene vriend. Ik schreef er gewoon op los, dus het stelt niets voor! Het moest er even uit!
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