why
why are you talking to me
if you don't like me
why are you talking to me
if you could kill me
why are you talking to me
if the only thing you do is
ruening my life
why are you talking to me
like i'm a child who does
not know what i'm doing
i know why you are talking to me
you whant me death but heres the
thing i wanna kill myself to but
not for you but because i feal guilty
sow leave me allone you don't have to
talk to me because you think i would kill
myself than cause you don't know i'm already
death i died when my best friend killd herself
if you don't like me
why are you talking to me
if you could kill me
why are you talking to me
if the only thing you do is
ruening my life
why are you talking to me
like i'm a child who does
not know what i'm doing
i know why you are talking to me
you whant me death but heres the
thing i wanna kill myself to but
not for you but because i feal guilty
sow leave me allone you don't have to
talk to me because you think i would kill
myself than cause you don't know i'm already
death i died when my best friend killd herself
Reacties op dit gedicht
| spiike_bunny: | Zondag, april 29, 2007 17:19 |
| ik snap hoe je je voeld.. kben het zelf ook door gegaan.. maar je moet jezelf af vragen zou zij willen dat jij je zo na haar dood zou voelen? dat lijkt mij niet... sterkte *big hugz'' |
|
| Hanna Pronk: | Vrijdag, december 08, 2006 19:27 |
| Heftig..... | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Talita | 
|
|
| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 december 2006 | ||
| Thema's: | ||