There she is
There she is lying on her bed
Not awake and not sleeping
Little tears stream down on her face
But there are frozen
Like pure diamonds
Everything looks like a peaceful picture
No pain, no fear, no confusion
But nothing is what it seems
Inside, her mind is broken
She wanted to pull her up
But every time she fell apart
Her heart is bleeding
But still breathing
Red tears fall on the ground
Her soul burns somewhere
She doens’t want to go
There she is lying on her bed
With only one simple question left:
Why am I not dead yet?
Not awake and not sleeping
Little tears stream down on her face
But there are frozen
Like pure diamonds
Everything looks like a peaceful picture
No pain, no fear, no confusion
But nothing is what it seems
Inside, her mind is broken
She wanted to pull her up
But every time she fell apart
Her heart is bleeding
But still breathing
Red tears fall on the ground
Her soul burns somewhere
She doens’t want to go
There she is lying on her bed
With only one simple question left:
Why am I not dead yet?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| In_My_Shadow: | Maandag, juli 24, 2006 20:30 |
| Heel mooi verwoord! Sterkte Liefs, |
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| saan.b: | Maandag, juli 17, 2006 12:12 |
| herkenbaar, ik heb ook die die stijl geschreven. Maar haar tranen zijn eerst bevroren, daarna rood. geeft niet, maar verstoord mijn beeld even. maar, waar wil ze niet heen? |
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| dead_girl: | Donderdag, juli 13, 2006 13:30 |
| mooi geschreven zo herkenbaar... sterkte liefs dead_girl |
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| Auteur: -_- Sarah -_- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 juli 2006 | ||
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