the end....
Cut, cut, cut it away,
this will be the last time,
Because I don't intend to stop,
no more reason for me to stay.
My arms feel heavy,
my legs are weak.
This is my end, my salvation.
Long last death for this little freak.
a dream broken into a thousand pieces
and cut to death by those pieces of glass and mirror.
and with a smile,
I die.
*just whats in my head, written down
so i can breath again...*
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Roo$je: | Maandag, mei 22, 2006 18:41 |
| Mooi neergezet! Verdriet heel voelbaar... Liefs, Sterkte! Kuss&knuff |
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| little dreamer: | Zondag, mei 21, 2006 19:40 |
| blijven volhouden meisje! xx little dreamer |
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| Auteur: April | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 mei 2006 | ||
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