Some dont know (hate this life)
Some don’t know blood
Others have to
Live with scars
Some never cry
Others will drown
In their tears
Pain has come to
Hurt you so bad
Make you cry and
Slit your wrist
You don’t know
What pain is and
You don’t have to
Live with scars
You never helped
Other people
And you never
Cried for them
You never was
So depresed and
You had never
Hated yourself!
Have you ever
Feld my pain and
Slit your wrist
Just for me
Have you ever
See my crieing
When I was looking
At your face
Have you ever
Heard me screaming
When I was looking
At a knife...
...Inner strife...
Hate this life
Grab a knife
Hate this life
Kill the pain
Hate this life
Slit my wrist
Hate this life
Hate this life,
despise myself
blame the knife
and hate this life...
Others have to
Live with scars
Some never cry
Others will drown
In their tears
Pain has come to
Hurt you so bad
Make you cry and
Slit your wrist
You don’t know
What pain is and
You don’t have to
Live with scars
You never helped
Other people
And you never
Cried for them
You never was
So depresed and
You had never
Hated yourself!
Have you ever
Feld my pain and
Slit your wrist
Just for me
Have you ever
See my crieing
When I was looking
At your face
Have you ever
Heard me screaming
When I was looking
At a knife...
...Inner strife...
Hate this life
Grab a knife
Hate this life
Kill the pain
Hate this life
Slit my wrist
Hate this life
Hate this life,
despise myself
blame the knife
and hate this life...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| liefdesverdrietje: | Zondag, november 13, 2005 01:20 |
| echt mooi en met gevoel | |
| mickj: | Vrijdag, november 11, 2005 14:09 |
| amaai! egt mooi geschrevn hoor! :) kkreeg ht ffe koud! ma ksnap waje bedoelt leven is egt hard! sommige mense begrijpn da ni! majaah veel sterkte nog x |
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| Fata Morgana: | Vrijdag, november 11, 2005 01:17 |
| Opbouwende kritiek wordt op prijs gesteld.....ja het is krassen, neergezette kerven van pijn, veelgestelde vragen worden neergezet, waarbij vragen bij mij naar boven komen: hielp of help jij anderen met hun leven, met het plaatsen van dit gedicht, is het de schuld van een voorwerp of van jezelf, hoef geen antwoord maar denk er eens goed over na, het leven haten vind ik zo goedkoop, geef je een welgemeende schop onder je kont om het leven f*cking lief te hebben, zo opbouwend genoeg, levensmetse | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Draco Donnovan | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 november 2005 | ||
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