Too confusing
Too confusing
It all seems
without any use.
I'm standing in
some one else
his shoes.
This isn't my life
mine were always
Great.
But now my life
is used as bate.
Bate for bad things
that happen to me.
Please help
to set me free.
The purpose of
life is gone.
The picture
of the future that
I have drawn.
Began with pink
But than I started
To really think...
it isn't happy
anymore
It's gray, it's black
I'm really becoming
a mental wreck.
It all seems
without any use.
I'm standing in
some one else
his shoes.
This isn't my life
mine were always
Great.
But now my life
is used as bate.
Bate for bad things
that happen to me.
Please help
to set me free.
The purpose of
life is gone.
The picture
of the future that
I have drawn.
Began with pink
But than I started
To really think...
it isn't happy
anymore
It's gray, it's black
I'm really becoming
a mental wreck.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Zondag, februari 06, 2005 21:41 |
| Hang in there...soon the gray will become pink again, and life will be as colourful as it used to be! | |
| Visje: | Donderdag, januari 06, 2005 20:33 |
| mooi verwoord.. sterkte liefs Visje |
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| angelstar: | Donderdag, januari 06, 2005 16:00 |
| WOW mooi verwoord..liefs angel | |
| hiljaa: | Donderdag, januari 06, 2005 15:01 |
| ik weet niet of ik de essentie heb van je gedicht want engels is niet mijn beste kant! maar het is toch mooi! liefs --hiljaa-- |
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| Auteur: fuzzyme | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Goony | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 januari 2005 | ||
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