Sorrow
It protected me many times
But sometimes i was folly
Let myself be taken hostage
The buddha in me did it
Knowing just how it felt
Being miserable and alone
Seeing no ways out
It made me lose myself
But i did overcome this
For God took me home
Exactly as it was foreseen
Treated as a caged animal
People laughed about it
I will not lie if i say this
It hurted me enormous
But now i laugh about it
I am a strange type of martyr
But i am not planning to die
As a child i saw a better world
In dreams it all came together
Nightmares often woke me up
Bathing in my own sweat
I won't forget those nights
Waking up at 3 o'clock a.m.
So i tried to hide myself more
Shamefull i felt of being used
Started smoking weed daily
It gave me the illest inspiration
Plus it did take care of my wounds
Afllicted trough my moms disease
While i felt death being very near
Even before she was diagnosed
Had seen this terrifying omen
Which stated a horrific fact to me
I would slowly die of cancer
In about two and a half years
I told everyone shook as i was
When my mom was diagnosed
I already knew she would die
My whole world collapsed
My dad being a rolling stone
Couldn't cope with it too
Losing himself in the bottle
I needed to be the tough one
It almost freezed my heart
Lies began to infect my brain
My tongue was screwed loose
While my soul kept lay baren
While good people often oiled me
Others just threw sand at me
And i do know that shit happens
So don't compare me with a cry baby
I went trough extreme sorrow
Even went trough a real mental hell
Became a very schizo patient
Now i have to take medicin
It is a bitter truth for me people
Even though now the cake is sweet
Damn it is like i have lost it all
But i survived this thick jungle
So from now on it is all good
Even when it is fucking harsh
I will use my sorrow for the better
Even if it will cost me even more
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: de Diana | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 april 2012 | ||
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