Addicted
I'm thinking about this graveyard
I'm cruising through all these dead people
Sometimes I wish I could belong to them
But my true friends tell me not to leave them
They rather like me unhappy but alive
Then peaceful but dead
Isn't this a selfish thought
Or am I the one that talks without thinking about the others
They want to help me
But my body don't let it in
My body is screaming to be hurt
But my mind tells me to stay strong
Often my body wins
And my blood starts streaming
I'm cruising through all these dead people
Sometimes I wish I could belong to them
But my true friends tell me not to leave them
They rather like me unhappy but alive
Then peaceful but dead
Isn't this a selfish thought
Or am I the one that talks without thinking about the others
They want to help me
But my body don't let it in
My body is screaming to be hurt
But my mind tells me to stay strong
Often my body wins
And my blood starts streaming
Reacties op dit gedicht
| mariskaaa: | Zaterdag, februari 19, 2005 17:17 |
| heel erg mooi... je weet je geen raad wees blij met je vrienden echte vrienden dat dacht ik eerder ook altijd dat ik die had ,aar ze hebben achter me rug om zitte uit schelde en zitt ekleineren 1 meisje nam ut voor me op maar ik vertel nooit aan iedmand bijna wat over mezelf is dat erg... liefs mariska |
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| Night_wish: | Vrijdag, februari 04, 2005 08:52 |
| Mooi.. | |
| Shanonnie: | Donderdag, januari 27, 2005 21:20 |
| heel mooi... ik zie er herkenning in.. sterkte... |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: kathlyn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 januari 2005 | ||
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