I’m going to write a poem
In an other language
I don’t know how to write it
So please don’t say its wrong
Cause I know that I don’t write it very good
But I just want to give it a try

I’m just a woman in the eight of 18
I ain't that bad I'm just messed up
I don’t know why, but it’s just the way it is
I only can learn to live with it

I’ve got pretty scars from cigarettes
And my beautiful knife is on my site
I never want to forget
That he is the one I can rely on

I’m just afraid of being alone
So I’m always on the run for myself
I like to help people I care about
If there crying or they get cold
I want to dry there eyes and warm them up

My best friends, except some people, are my bottle, my drugs and my knife
Cause the never tell me what to do
The never tell me when I’m wrong
The never let me down and there always there when I need them

Everyone says them I most leave them, cause there are bad for me
But they don’t know what I feel, so I’m not let them go
They tell me to give up on them and to let them go
But I wont, never a minute in my live

This was a try to write something about myself
Now, I don’t know what to write anymore, so I’m going to stop.
Thank you for reading it



(Ik hoop dat het te lezen was)