ok, nu volgd er een stom gedicht..... ik was moe, het was donker, 'twas 1 uur 's nachts, dus neem me niet kwamijk :-s... wist niej wat schrijven, en heb geschreven wat me gevoel me zei...(en dat gevoel is niej inspiratief genoeg als ie moe is :-s)
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People say
that I don't need too ware black
put black nailpolish on
and black eyeshadow
That I don't need too live in black.

But people don't know
I like the darkness
and the lonliness
My Black Life.

That I like the pain
like too suffer
like too die in my toughts
and kill myself...
But now
I hate the pain
the calling pain
every night and day
hour, minute, seconde

I hate too suffer
every moment
bleedding in sorrow

I hate too die
in my toughts
those falling thoughts
into darkness

I hate myself
the person behind the mask
that makes you unhappy
and die a little
a little every day...

But it's my own fucking foulth
that I think this toughts
I read poems
with those red turned eyes
crying every time
and see you suffer
more and more

I can't take it anymore
please take me
not her
I let me bleed
'cause she won't
I bleed instad of her
please, take me
I'm begging you...
she derserve too live
me too
but less than her
this is something fucked up
like always
but I'm stil begging
every night
even now
let her go, and never come back

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^o), no comment please!!! trekt op nix :-s...ben echt slecht in engels*zucht* nahja, nix aan te doen he.... nahja,