Everything falls apart
Alone
Shaking from the coldness in my heart
I sit here
Crying
The taste of blood in my mouth
As a result to the need of hurting myself
The sharpness of my knife was beautiful
A scar will be left behind
The pain I endure
Is nothing compared
To the pain in my soul
What do I still live for?
Shaking from the coldness in my heart
I sit here
Crying
The taste of blood in my mouth
As a result to the need of hurting myself
The sharpness of my knife was beautiful
A scar will be left behind
The pain I endure
Is nothing compared
To the pain in my soul
What do I still live for?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| soldier of death: | Maandag, februari 03, 2003 14:53 |
| ja da ken ik!! rot gevoel hé!? | |
| MyaForever: | Zondag, februari 02, 2003 18:24 |
| Pakkend!! DEEP!! Echt goed headbangerke!! Chin up! Ook al denkte aan zelfmoord etc ni doen plz kwil u ni verlieze ze!! ge weet nooit wa er nog kan gebeure in u leve e, da is toch wa mij doet blijve doorgaan dus xxxxxxxx | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Headbanger | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 februari 2003 | ||
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