I cannot write what I want to say,
what I am screaming inside,
what I am scratching on my skin,
I cannot describe why the line is so thin.
Ready to break,
It is a risk I am willing to take.
once it will break you'll lose me
and I don't care what you see
I am a mess, ruined and crying
Still you don't see I am really dying.
I hate your hands running over me,
I know excactly where you want to be.
No good intentions at all: searching for a new scar.
Fuck, why'd I let it get this far?
I hate it when you make me feel sad and confused,
When you try to make up and make me feel abused.
I hate it when you make me shy,
and when I come home wish I could just die,
I dream of having the guts to tell you goodbye...
*pff, tis er nog steeds niet uit... maar twordt al beter:
helemaal buikpijn gekregen van al die gevoelens... :S *
| ~Reality~: | Vrijdag, april 23, 2004 19:24 |
| Whaaaaa gooi het er allemaal uit!! Fuck that person. tell him what's on your mind. He hasn't got the right to tret you like this! Come on girl, let him show who you are!! Ennuhm gwoon door blijven schirijven =D Liefs en sterkte |
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| The unreachable: | Vrijdag, april 23, 2004 19:18 |
| Unreachy versteend nu...je gedichten zijn zoooooooo mooi! April op dreef? ;) | |
