This Is Me
I tried so hard to try to become what id like me to be,
but I failed in my quest to improve myself that’s what I see.
I am a failure a misfortune,
I should live among these people no more,
I should leave for my thoughts my body it only feels sore.
I regret the way things happened to me,
maybe if I’d be dead then I’d be free.
I receive no help from anyone,
they all say they are busy,
should I believe them who can I trust but me?
but I failed in my quest to improve myself that’s what I see.
I am a failure a misfortune,
I should live among these people no more,
I should leave for my thoughts my body it only feels sore.
I regret the way things happened to me,
maybe if I’d be dead then I’d be free.
I receive no help from anyone,
they all say they are busy,
should I believe them who can I trust but me?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Xanthippe: | Zondag, april 21, 2002 10:01 |
| je bent geen failure of misfortune ! ik bied je m'n hulp aan en zal tijd voor je maken.. laat me je helpen alsjeblieft Knuffel |
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| Auteur: Pure Love |  
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| Gepubliceerd op: 18 april 2002 | ||
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