a little angel
a little angel inside the warr.
she came so far.
her life was a nightmare.
and there was just no one there.
to show her the life.
there´s just one thing she can is cut herself white a knife.
she hide the pain white pain.
she was for everybody a shame.
pain in hear heart voices dominate her head.
she was to sad.
she was pretty but the mirror was the lie.
that has make her die.
its calling suicide.
now she´s happy because she saw the wite light.
she came so far.
her life was a nightmare.
and there was just no one there.
to show her the life.
there´s just one thing she can is cut herself white a knife.
she hide the pain white pain.
she was for everybody a shame.
pain in hear heart voices dominate her head.
she was to sad.
she was pretty but the mirror was the lie.
that has make her die.
its calling suicide.
now she´s happy because she saw the wite light.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| AngelOfWonder: | Vrijdag, september 26, 2008 13:45 |
| Om stil van te worden........ | |
| Solitary: | Donderdag, september 25, 2008 17:05 |
| geen emoties meer na de dood. Dood is geen toevlucht, ook geen optie. Mooi gedicht, hoewel grammaticaal... =] maar goed, helemaal niemand is perfect. Mooie uiting van gevoelens. sterkte | |
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| Auteur: Eef1994 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 september 2008 | ||
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