no one
Gone
Gone for ever,
That would be my dream
A dream I love
I cut again
My blood is dripping
Dripping on the ground
Hoping that is never stop's
Want to be dead like all the “people” I see
The people that use to be people
People who smiled and cry'd
Now it's just a happy soul
People try to help me
Talking to me like I’m a psyco
Like I want to hurt them
Like I want to hate them!
It make’s me sad
Sad that people think I want to hurt them
I just want to be happy
And I can’t be happy here
The train is coming
Waiting to kill someone
That someone is no psyco
It's me
Gone for ever,
That would be my dream
A dream I love
I cut again
My blood is dripping
Dripping on the ground
Hoping that is never stop's
Want to be dead like all the “people” I see
The people that use to be people
People who smiled and cry'd
Now it's just a happy soul
People try to help me
Talking to me like I’m a psyco
Like I want to hurt them
Like I want to hate them!
It make’s me sad
Sad that people think I want to hurt them
I just want to be happy
And I can’t be happy here
The train is coming
Waiting to kill someone
That someone is no psyco
It's me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *black rose*: | Maandag, augustus 22, 2005 12:34 |
| heej, heftig geschreven,,maar zelfmoord is vaak niet de oplossing,,en dat hoor je natuurlijk heel vaak enzo..maar tis we egt zo..kwil ook zelfmoord plege..maar er zijn mense die mij tegenhoude waardoor het nii lukt !! Denk aan jou vrienden en vriendinnen die wel om je geve..die wille jou tog nii kwijt?!?! -xXx- *black rose* |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 22 augustus 2005 | ||
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