don't know
I try to be myself,
but I can't.
I don't know who I really am.
Every morning I wake up...
I don't know who I am,
don't know my name,
don't know where I am.
I know nothing...
And then,
the night comes,
I hate that feeling.
Other people don't know how it feels,
I wish I wouldn't feel it,
but I do.
And I can't change that.
That's my life.
Knowing nothing.
but I can't.
I don't know who I really am.
Every morning I wake up...
I don't know who I am,
don't know my name,
don't know where I am.
I know nothing...
And then,
the night comes,
I hate that feeling.
Other people don't know how it feels,
I wish I wouldn't feel it,
but I do.
And I can't change that.
That's my life.
Knowing nothing.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| -DArkgirl-: | Vrijdag, juli 24, 2015 19:09 |
| zeer mooi geschreven | |
| Chiyo: | Maandag, november 05, 2012 09:21 |
| Difficult, nicely written though | |
| *Atalanta*: | Maandag, november 05, 2012 00:41 |
| Lijkt me best moeilijk om je zo te voelen, ik hoop voor jou dat jij jezelf beter leert kennen. Wel heel erg mooi omschreven!! Knuff!! |
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| Auteur: try to be myself | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 november 2012 | ||
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