Red water
Blood is falling in the water
The water is turning red
Red from my blood
I watch the redness come out of my body
Looking with fear what I'm doing
But knowing that I'm doing the right thing
Nobody cares about me
Nobody loves me
Nobody is telling me what I'm doing is wrong
More I cut my wrist open
The hot water that I'm sitting in is turning my body red
Loving the feeling of it
Soon they will find me here
In this water
But they will not care
The water is turning red
Red from my blood
I watch the redness come out of my body
Looking with fear what I'm doing
But knowing that I'm doing the right thing
Nobody cares about me
Nobody loves me
Nobody is telling me what I'm doing is wrong
More I cut my wrist open
The hot water that I'm sitting in is turning my body red
Loving the feeling of it
Soon they will find me here
In this water
But they will not care
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: -ChatNoir- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 februari 2007 | ||
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