Dying
I think I’m going crazy
This world is too harch for a little girl like me
My life’s flashing trough my head
Every moment is a moment of pain
My heart’s beating slowlier and slowlier
My grave’s already ready for my death
Everybody wants to push me in it so that I’m gone forever
They want to kill me
And they’ve done it
I’m dead and I’m laying in my grave
Waiting till I’m in hell
This world is too harch for a little girl like me
My life’s flashing trough my head
Every moment is a moment of pain
My heart’s beating slowlier and slowlier
My grave’s already ready for my death
Everybody wants to push me in it so that I’m gone forever
They want to kill me
And they’ve done it
I’m dead and I’m laying in my grave
Waiting till I’m in hell
Reacties op dit gedicht
| observer: | Vrijdag, april 14, 2006 17:57 |
| fight, just fight. You are not reafy for your grave and neither is your grave ready for you nice poem |
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| Auteur: dark-princess | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 april 2006 | ||
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