the dark and lonely side...
I rhyme my problems,
Something I have done my whole life.
I cry alone at night,
Something that keeps me cutting like a knife.
I never tell anything, anyone.
I see that as something wrong.
On my own, many is done...
A wrong sude of trying strong.
But what happens in my room,
Stays in my room...
Except for my digital whining,
even that begins to feel wrong.
Something I have done my whole life.
I cry alone at night,
Something that keeps me cutting like a knife.
I never tell anything, anyone.
I see that as something wrong.
On my own, many is done...
A wrong sude of trying strong.
But what happens in my room,
Stays in my room...
Except for my digital whining,
even that begins to feel wrong.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Allysson: | Woensdag, maart 05, 2014 05:16 |
| mooi.. ook jij mag je plekje hebben om je te uiten (digitaal of in real-life, maar het is zeker belangrijk!!) Liefs | |
| kimmytje: | Maandag, februari 17, 2014 16:58 |
| Heel mooi verwoord, Maar hier je gedachten en gevoelens uiten mag je niet aanzien of aanvoelen als iets fout, Gewoon blijven doen, dan zal je je toch ergens opgelucht voelen. Liefs Kimmy |
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| Auteur: *PinkTears* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 februari 2014 | ||
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