Suicide
15 maart 2000
Suicide
This day
Is the last day
I shall breathe
This afternoon
Is the last afternoon
I shall think
This evening
Is the last evening
I shall cry
This night
Is the first night
I shall die
I tried so many times
And I know what I can do
With my knife
All that times I didn’t dare
But now I do
Next day
Will be the first day
Without pain
Last night
Was a new night
Was the first night
I felt I bled
Until
I was dead
Suicide
This day
Is the last day
I shall breathe
This afternoon
Is the last afternoon
I shall think
This evening
Is the last evening
I shall cry
This night
Is the first night
I shall die
I tried so many times
And I know what I can do
With my knife
All that times I didn’t dare
But now I do
Next day
Will be the first day
Without pain
Last night
Was a new night
Was the first night
I felt I bled
Until
I was dead
Reacties op dit gedicht
| IcePrincess: | Vrijdag, juli 08, 2005 10:09 |
| heel erg mooi.. *respect* kusj lieff |
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| Miranda van der Velden: | Woensdag, maart 28, 2001 21:30 |
| Lieve Liedeke, ik hoop dat je niet echt met deze gevoelens rondloopt, er is vast wel iets dat de moeite waard is. Vrienden (onder andere op deze site) bijvoorbeeld. In ieder geval een heel mooi gedicht. Liefs, Miranda |
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| rudeboy: | Woensdag, maart 28, 2001 10:12 |
| Tjonge, Liedeke, wat is deze heftig zeg...(slik). Ruud |
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| Auteur: liedeke | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 27 maart 2001 | ||
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