Exhausted
I'm just mad at some people.
People who plays with your feelings
People who gets you by your throat
They don't know what they're doing
I'm feeling bad, but no one sees it
I need to act normal, otherwise I get more medicine
But I just don't feel well, why do I have to put that away?
I'm exhaustet without any reason for it.
But do I need a reason?
Don't put me in a box.
I'm just a kid without a normal past.
Just take me who I am, or leave it.
People who plays with your feelings
People who gets you by your throat
They don't know what they're doing
I'm feeling bad, but no one sees it
I need to act normal, otherwise I get more medicine
But I just don't feel well, why do I have to put that away?
I'm exhaustet without any reason for it.
But do I need a reason?
Don't put me in a box.
I'm just a kid without a normal past.
Just take me who I am, or leave it.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Nacht*Vlinder: | Zaterdag, maart 23, 2013 21:44 |
| Soms zijn mensen maar rare wezens. Elkaar pijn doen, waarom? Ik heb geen idee. Maar! Als je verdriet hebt, houdt het dan vooral niet voor je. Praat met de mensen om je heen die je dierbaar zijn. Mocht er niemand in je buurt zijn om mee te praten, dan is Nacht*Vlinder er voor je. Niemand mag je rot laten voelen. Wees trots op wie je bent! Ik ken je niet, maar je mag er zijn :). | |
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| Auteur: DeadFlower | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 maart 2013 | ||
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