Holding pain
Like a splinter in my mind
Bursting through bloodvessels
Carving a way through my skull
The pain I get when I think
Why am I so different?
Different in a way I can't explain
Making me look crazy as a freak
the pain is holding on
And it's burning, hurting, screeching
I just want to scream it out
Make the world see what pain is
What the word suffering represents
..
What my being is made for
Bursting through bloodvessels
Carving a way through my skull
The pain I get when I think
Why am I so different?
Different in a way I can't explain
Making me look crazy as a freak
the pain is holding on
And it's burning, hurting, screeching
I just want to scream it out
Make the world see what pain is
What the word suffering represents
..
What my being is made for
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, oktober 14, 2005 17:10 |
| mmm...prachtig gedicht...weet niet goed wat gezegd...only this, if you're really different from others, than it's in a positive way..you're unique, that's how we like you :o) !!! x! |
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| Auteur: -Centaurus- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 oktober 2005 | ||
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