Sharing secrets.
Why do we keep trying?
To hurt ourselves, break ourselves.
To kill ourselves.
To kill ourselves.
When did we decide
That purging, starving
And bingeing
That cycling through them all
Is somehow, someday
Worth the fall?
Worth the fall?
And the answers are still hidden, and the pain and the despair
And I know you just want freedom but you will not find it there.
What made us be
So preoccupied
With a bunch of numbers
And fake statistics. Losing track of
Who we are, inside,
Losing track of
Life.
We're so desperately
Trying to be perfect
In becoming some
Size-0-bone-girl-definition
That no-one fits.
And we all know the truth and we all know the lies
And yet we keep on trying, to find death, to find paradise.
And yet we keep on trying, to find death, to find paradise.
Who told us to become obsessed
With thinness and nothingness
With proving we're stronger
Than the rest.
With losing
And dreaming we're the best.
And when will we ever
Learn to believe and
Start to see
That Life
Is not the enemy?
And we're all trapped in this nightmare and we all want to get out
But, if you know the secret, just tell me how?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| little fly: | Zaterdag, september 20, 2008 18:49 |
| GEWELDIG!? JA NATUURLIJK MOOI! | |
| chaos: | Woensdag, november 22, 2006 22:36 |
| love you! | |
| Nyuka: | Maandag, oktober 02, 2006 09:13 |
| Geweldig gedicht! O_O echt super! Nyuka |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
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