careless
she can't pretend,
they don't understand.
when all she wants,
is her bitter end
tears run down her glowing cheak,
she never, ever, felt so weak.
lost and alone ,
they call her a freak.
her thought go out to a rusty knife,
and to her daddy's new wife.
they won't even miss her,
when she ends her life.
she wipes away her tears, and writes on the floor,
"i don't fucking care anymore"
then she takes the knife into her hand,
and sat herself down against the door.
suddenly her hands start shaking,
is this a mistake she's making?
blood started dripping,
she's never waking.
they don't understand.
when all she wants,
is her bitter end
tears run down her glowing cheak,
she never, ever, felt so weak.
lost and alone ,
they call her a freak.
her thought go out to a rusty knife,
and to her daddy's new wife.
they won't even miss her,
when she ends her life.
she wipes away her tears, and writes on the floor,
"i don't fucking care anymore"
then she takes the knife into her hand,
and sat herself down against the door.
suddenly her hands start shaking,
is this a mistake she's making?
blood started dripping,
she's never waking.
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| NoNameFace9: | Woensdag, november 04, 2009 13:52 |
| heel mooi geschreven, wel heel droevig. word er stil van. liefs | |
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| Auteur: forgivethedying | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 november 2009 | ||
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