alone
sitting in a room
alone
thinking
thinking about live
thinking about today
I never knew
that thinking could be so painful
I never thought
that thinking could make me cry
I’m sitting in a room
alone
crying
crying about live
crying about today
I never knew
that crying could feel so weird
I never thought
that crying could feel so relieving
not knowing
what tomorrow will bring me
I go to bed
thinking
and crying
thinking about live
crying about today
hoping that one day
maybe tomorrow
maybe the day before i die
that live will only bring me good things
and that the open wounds and scars
will be healed
for ever
so i can live in peace
so I don’t have to cry
so I don’t have to think horrible things
but until then
I’ll just sit
in a room
alone
thinking and crying
about today
about live
alone
thinking
thinking about live
thinking about today
I never knew
that thinking could be so painful
I never thought
that thinking could make me cry
I’m sitting in a room
alone
crying
crying about live
crying about today
I never knew
that crying could feel so weird
I never thought
that crying could feel so relieving
not knowing
what tomorrow will bring me
I go to bed
thinking
and crying
thinking about live
crying about today
hoping that one day
maybe tomorrow
maybe the day before i die
that live will only bring me good things
and that the open wounds and scars
will be healed
for ever
so i can live in peace
so I don’t have to cry
so I don’t have to think horrible things
but until then
I’ll just sit
in a room
alone
thinking and crying
about today
about live
Reacties op dit gedicht
| lisa van den broek: | Zondag, juni 13, 2004 17:14 |
| oh.. ja, ik zie t, thnx. ik was nogal in een depri bui toen ik het schreef | |
| aseos: | Vrijdag, juni 11, 2004 23:16 |
| ik denk dat je "life" bedoelt...live is het werkwoord leven. life het zelfstandignaamwoord | |
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| Auteur: Neona | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 juni 2004 | ||
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