You don't really know me
You think you see me as I am, or ever will be
but nothing compares
to the voice in my head
thats telling me to die
you don't really know me
you're just holding on to a picture of a girl
you met a while ago
but like something so damn fast
the picture of that person flew away from me
and left me with this
You're really not all that great
do you know what I tell
I try to explain
to let you know
who I really am
an ugly monster
who never will be free
from its own darkest thoughts...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *Sita forever*: | Maandag, mei 02, 2005 11:54 |
| Beautiful, no words.. | |
| freakangel: | Zaterdag, april 30, 2005 15:10 |
| Alleen jijzelf zal de cirkel van negatieve gedachten kunnen doorbreken... Sterkte en liefs freakangel |
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| lieselot six: | Zaterdag, april 30, 2005 10:14 |
| stilte shit maat prachtig herkenbaar ... |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: AuroraLacunaCoil | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Pieps | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 april 2005 | ||
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