The escape
a terrible ride through the jungle
or something, I would even go to hell
to escape my daily routine
of spending my day listening you yell
calling me names
do this do that
you accuse me of things
seeing you like this, it makes me sad
don’t you have a life
don’t you have anything better to do
then making me feel unwanted
then making me hate you
normally I’m filled with love
but with you my love has run out
what did you expect
that’s what you get if you shout
escaping has become my purpose in life
well are you happy
you finally succeeded
you finally broke me
or something, I would even go to hell
to escape my daily routine
of spending my day listening you yell
calling me names
do this do that
you accuse me of things
seeing you like this, it makes me sad
don’t you have a life
don’t you have anything better to do
then making me feel unwanted
then making me hate you
normally I’m filled with love
but with you my love has run out
what did you expect
that’s what you get if you shout
escaping has become my purpose in life
well are you happy
you finally succeeded
you finally broke me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| meizzie: | Zaterdag, maart 24, 2007 14:31 |
| heel mooi geschreven... :) | |
| Augustijntje: | Donderdag, januari 11, 2007 17:26 |
| nicely written luckily fiction.. sadly it''s reality for many others x! |
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| Auteur: Tim R. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 januari 2007 | ||
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