The little voices
Everytime I hurt myself, I feel good
Everytime I see my blood, I feel like I'm living
And when I think, the little voices are talking to me
They tell me what to do and what not
They tell me how to hurt myself
They tell me how to go under
I'm drowning
Drowning in the little voices, in the problems
No way out
Never
I'm locked, bye
Again
Everytime I see my blood, I feel like I'm living
And when I think, the little voices are talking to me
They tell me what to do and what not
They tell me how to hurt myself
They tell me how to go under
I'm drowning
Drowning in the little voices, in the problems
No way out
Never
I'm locked, bye
Again
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Kim rc: | Maandag, maart 13, 2006 18:59 |
| wel goed beschreven xxx | |
| Kim rc: | Maandag, maart 13, 2006 18:59 |
| tip: probeer goed te slapen ... misschien helpt dat die stemmen weg te halen! :) xxx | |
| --justme--: | Maandag, maart 13, 2006 17:40 |
| mooi.. maar hou vol! |
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| Auteur: † Dying † | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 maart 2006 | ||
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