‘Empty’ holes..
‘Empty’ holes..
I’m feeling a whole week like this..
Broken..
Inside and outside..
I can’t see the beauty of life anymore..
This happends to me over and over again..
I have the feeling that nobody cares about me..
Will I get over it somehow?
Until this day I lived with pain..
The only beautiful memories are my dreams..
I really don’t like to talk about it..
But I have to now that you know..
I’m feeling inside so many ‘empty’ holes..
Can you understand now why I did it..?
09-02-05
17:41
Xx Midnight
I’m feeling a whole week like this..
Broken..
Inside and outside..
I can’t see the beauty of life anymore..
This happends to me over and over again..
I have the feeling that nobody cares about me..
Will I get over it somehow?
Until this day I lived with pain..
The only beautiful memories are my dreams..
I really don’t like to talk about it..
But I have to now that you know..
I’m feeling inside so many ‘empty’ holes..
Can you understand now why I did it..?
09-02-05
17:41
Xx Midnight
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 februari 2005 | ||
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