Wether I will make it or not
Life is too precious, to just throw away.
But mine isn't that precious anymore.
It's not the life I want.
It's too dark, too creepy, too freaky.
It's on the edge of life and death.
Which way do I choose?
Will I live?
Or will I die?
What's the use of living if it's not what you want or expected?
But dying is also not an option,
and certanly not an solution.
I may be down, but I'm not out yet.
I hope I will learn to see all the things again worth living for.
I'll do my very best.
Keeping my mind open and positive.
Also letting my heart choose it's way.
Time will tell.
Wether I will make it or not.
But mine isn't that precious anymore.
It's not the life I want.
It's too dark, too creepy, too freaky.
It's on the edge of life and death.
Which way do I choose?
Will I live?
Or will I die?
What's the use of living if it's not what you want or expected?
But dying is also not an option,
and certanly not an solution.
I may be down, but I'm not out yet.
I hope I will learn to see all the things again worth living for.
I'll do my very best.
Keeping my mind open and positive.
Also letting my heart choose it's way.
Time will tell.
Wether I will make it or not.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dark Sinner : | Dinsdag, april 27, 2004 18:21 |
| Goed zo *steek duim op*.. Ook gewoon je best blijven doen, blijf er voor vechten!! Je kunt het!! Heel Veel Sterkte Dikkuh xus |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 april 2004 | ||
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