tears, doubts, feelings...
I…, It’s just.., How will I.., What.., I don’t..
to many feelings, no words..
no sounds, just the grieve and the doubts..
my head, to full and at the same time so empty..
can not talk, It doesn’t matter
they wouldn’t understand
tears.. they feel like a friend
at the same time I hate them
the tears taking over.. gone with my mask
it’s destroying me..
just moving on, without thinking
without knowing what I’m doing
It’s all done, it’s all over
It’s just an automatic pilot
And that’s me. That is, who I am now..
A automatic pilot who is living in my body
Without any hope because.. that is just an illusion
but with all the tears, the doubts, and those stupid feelings!
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| Auteur: linwe__ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 september 2010 | ||
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