Slowly dying
Lonely eyes stare into the distance,
Thinking only of vengeance.
Her smile shows you sadness,
In her eyes you see her madness.
She is telling only lies,
So that no one can hear her cries.
To kill the inner pain,
She slits through the veins.
Never daring to press down,
So in her pain, she will drown.
For the rest of her life she will exist,
With perfect scars upon her wrists.
Never showing how much she is crying,
Never admitting that her soul is dying.
Thinking only of vengeance.
Her smile shows you sadness,
In her eyes you see her madness.
She is telling only lies,
So that no one can hear her cries.
To kill the inner pain,
She slits through the veins.
Never daring to press down,
So in her pain, she will drown.
For the rest of her life she will exist,
With perfect scars upon her wrists.
Never showing how much she is crying,
Never admitting that her soul is dying.
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| vicky h: | Woensdag, april 05, 2006 18:11 |
| wow *stil* erg mooi en er zit zoveel waarheid in je gedicht . Sterkte ! Groetjes, Vicky |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 05 april 2006 | ||
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