shoot me...
Believe me or believe me not,
Life is fucked up, can you here me or not?
I don’t care if I’m alive or death,
Also other people don’t care,
So here I go, straight to hell,
I made a promise life is not fair,
So why should I stay alive,
Why should I even try?
Al those happy people, husband and wife,
Maybe it’s my fault but I try to hide,
The dangerous site of my life,
Fuck men, play with their feelings,
And here I’m standing now,
So take your chance shoot me!
Or are you scared that you would see,
The blood flow out of my chest,
Don’t be afraid of me,
It’s your sweet caring girlfriend,
Who just wants to be free?
Dreams or crashing down,
Feelings can’t be described,
Maybe other things will come out like,
Shoot me basterd, I’m a bitch, by feelings I tried to hide,
Or don’t you want to see me suffer,
Don’t you want to see me die?
I don’t care motherfucker,
You LIE,
Life is a hell to me,
Nothing seems to be real,
So give me a chance to be free,
Just shoot me do we have a deal?
Oh yeah one thing,
I never loved you in my life,
Are you happy now, I’m being honest,
Are we playing the game death or alive?
Make an end to it all,
Hell here I come,
I’ll be floating in my own blood,
But why the fuck should I care,
I know there is no god, so hell be aware,
Only a minute and then I’ll be there…
ik weet dat dit een erg gedicht is, waarom spreek ik zo over mezelf??? miss ligt het wel aan mij, ...
Els
Life is fucked up, can you here me or not?
I don’t care if I’m alive or death,
Also other people don’t care,
So here I go, straight to hell,
I made a promise life is not fair,
So why should I stay alive,
Why should I even try?
Al those happy people, husband and wife,
Maybe it’s my fault but I try to hide,
The dangerous site of my life,
Fuck men, play with their feelings,
And here I’m standing now,
So take your chance shoot me!
Or are you scared that you would see,
The blood flow out of my chest,
Don’t be afraid of me,
It’s your sweet caring girlfriend,
Who just wants to be free?
Dreams or crashing down,
Feelings can’t be described,
Maybe other things will come out like,
Shoot me basterd, I’m a bitch, by feelings I tried to hide,
Or don’t you want to see me suffer,
Don’t you want to see me die?
I don’t care motherfucker,
You LIE,
Life is a hell to me,
Nothing seems to be real,
So give me a chance to be free,
Just shoot me do we have a deal?
Oh yeah one thing,
I never loved you in my life,
Are you happy now, I’m being honest,
Are we playing the game death or alive?
Make an end to it all,
Hell here I come,
I’ll be floating in my own blood,
But why the fuck should I care,
I know there is no god, so hell be aware,
Only a minute and then I’ll be there…
ik weet dat dit een erg gedicht is, waarom spreek ik zo over mezelf??? miss ligt het wel aan mij, ...
Els
Reacties op dit gedicht
| StefkuH: | Vrijdag, mei 02, 2003 14:10 |
| Lieverd, Hoe erg t ook is.. ik snap je, jouw gedicht beschrijft ook mijn gevoelens... ik zou het heel fijn vinden als wij met elkaar in contact kunnen komen... ~BB~ Hou vol... Stefke |
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| ikkuh: | Vrijdag, mei 02, 2003 13:56 |
| ik begrijp je... zat met het zelfde, weet nog steeds niet wie ik ben. probeer dat te ontdekken en je kunt weer leven. :-) liefs ik |
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| unknowngirl: | Vrijdag, mei 02, 2003 13:19 |
| ik hoopte gewoon dat iemand me zou beggrijpen. I guesse not... elsje |
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| Adrian: | Donderdag, mei 01, 2003 20:39 |
| Waarom spreek je zo over jezelf? Groetjes, Adrian |
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| artemis: | Donderdag, mei 01, 2003 18:59 |
| mooi gedicht, maar minder mooie inhoud |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 01 mei 2003 | ||
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