Crazy
She screams her lungs out and throws things around.
She falls to the floor and covers her face.
She can hear the voices in her head telling her to leave
She can’t take them anymore, those stupid voices
She hit her head against a wall and scream and scream
She scratched the skin of her face and cried
She yelled at her reflection in the mirror
She hit the mirror in thousand pieces
She threw the pieces all around her room
She holds the knife to her skin and
She feels no regret at all when she cut herself
And she's still wondering why they say all those damn things about her, like she's crazy or something.
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| *marie*: | Dinsdag, februari 20, 2007 15:24 |
| heey. ik vind het een heel mooi gedicht. als je wil praten kan je me altyd mailen ik wil je graag helpen. *mariellewildeman@home.nl* xxx *marie* |
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| Auteur: HeavyxHeart | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 februari 2007 | ||
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