Realise before I dissapear..
Realise
Will this fight fly over,
or is this hate for ever?
Maybe the pain will go away,
but the scars will never.
I hope there will come a day,
that you realise what you did.
I hope you'll feel the same,
because I can tell you,
it's not a bit.
I hope there will come a day,
that you'll feel my pain.
I hope you'll feel it,
and walk away in shame.
I hope there will come a day,
that you'll realise what you said,
and what it did to me.
I'm sorry, if I'm not the person,
you wanted me to be.
I hope there will come a day,
that you'll feel the pain of a knife.
Scratching over your skin,
want to make an end of your life.
Your words of sorry won't be enough,
because the scars won't dissapear.
Your words of sorry,
won't take away my fear.
I hope there will come a day,
my life will be in colour.
I hope there will come a day,
you feel my scars as yours.
Because every summer,
when I walk on naked feet.
I'll feel the pain of them,
again I'll feel them bleed.
Because of you,
I'm scared to go to school.
Because of you,
I'm scared to be a fool.
When you'll say your words of sorry,
I won't be mad, it will be only fear.
But if you want to say them,
do it soon, before I dissapear.
>Written by me, corrected by Bart;)!
Will this fight fly over,
or is this hate for ever?
Maybe the pain will go away,
but the scars will never.
I hope there will come a day,
that you realise what you did.
I hope you'll feel the same,
because I can tell you,
it's not a bit.
I hope there will come a day,
that you'll feel my pain.
I hope you'll feel it,
and walk away in shame.
I hope there will come a day,
that you'll realise what you said,
and what it did to me.
I'm sorry, if I'm not the person,
you wanted me to be.
I hope there will come a day,
that you'll feel the pain of a knife.
Scratching over your skin,
want to make an end of your life.
Your words of sorry won't be enough,
because the scars won't dissapear.
Your words of sorry,
won't take away my fear.
I hope there will come a day,
my life will be in colour.
I hope there will come a day,
you feel my scars as yours.
Because every summer,
when I walk on naked feet.
I'll feel the pain of them,
again I'll feel them bleed.
Because of you,
I'm scared to go to school.
Because of you,
I'm scared to be a fool.
When you'll say your words of sorry,
I won't be mad, it will be only fear.
But if you want to say them,
do it soon, before I dissapear.
>Written by me, corrected by Bart;)!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *Britteke*: | Vrijdag, september 09, 2005 18:44 |
| mooj geschreve !! kan niet verwoorde hoe mooj ik het vind !! loves Britteke |
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| FireFly: | Vrijdag, april 08, 2005 15:36 |
| Heb m nog ns gelezen.. Hij word steeds mooier :O (A) Kusje |
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| FireFly: | Donderdag, april 07, 2005 06:52 |
| Nice :) Wat zijn jouw laatste zinnen toch altijd mooi ^^ (A) KUss,, FireFly |
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| irish: | Woensdag, april 06, 2005 21:22 |
| nice.. sort of long, but you still got me focused to read it all.. love, |
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 april 2005 | ||
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