It's over
~
I can not change this feeling.
Like a thief in the night it came into my heart and stole the joy away.
Will I ever smile for real?
Will I ever be me again?
Nobody has the answer.
Cut my wrists and hope to die.
Feel happyness again.
If I ever felt that beautiful thing I search for so badly.
Cut my wrists and hope to die.
It's over.
I will never win this war.
Hope to die.
It's all over now.
~
I can not change this feeling.
Like a thief in the night it came into my heart and stole the joy away.
Will I ever smile for real?
Will I ever be me again?
Nobody has the answer.
Cut my wrists and hope to die.
Feel happyness again.
If I ever felt that beautiful thing I search for so badly.
Cut my wrists and hope to die.
It's over.
I will never win this war.
Hope to die.
It's all over now.
~
Reacties op dit gedicht
| illusions*: | Donderdag, juli 15, 2004 12:17 |
| Do not give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over, until you stop trying...! wel heel mooi geschreven! Sterkte! xxx |
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| The unreachable: | Donderdag, juli 01, 2004 14:08 |
| "Like a thief in the night it came into my heart and stole the joy away."= zeer mooi geformuleerd...Don't give up!! | |
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