dark
i'm walking in a park
i'm talking to the dark
there's nobody listen
the dark is an empty and scary place
but i'm there, and i can't ouf of
i want to go to a sunshine place
but i can't find it
peolple want that i'm happy
i'm happier if i'm gone
i can't take it anymore
it's to much for me
my head is full, full with thought about the death, live and my situation.
i can't understand it, why is everything so dark?
i can take a lot
but this is to much
and now i'm waiting on the devil
who takes me to the hell!
i'm talking to the dark
there's nobody listen
the dark is an empty and scary place
but i'm there, and i can't ouf of
i want to go to a sunshine place
but i can't find it
peolple want that i'm happy
i'm happier if i'm gone
i can't take it anymore
it's to much for me
my head is full, full with thought about the death, live and my situation.
i can't understand it, why is everything so dark?
i can take a lot
but this is to much
and now i'm waiting on the devil
who takes me to the hell!
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: irma | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 05 februari 2002 | ||
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