My canvas is my wrist.
Leave the lights on
Or I dissapear
Leave the lights on
Or I will fall down my dear
I'm done with the pain
I'm done with myself
I'm done selfharming
And I'm done starving again.
Don't you understand how it feels
To have nobody around you
and its killing you with tears?
You just wanna paint a picture
A picture in red
Here's the shocking twist..'
the pencil is a razor and the canvas my wrist.
Or I dissapear
Leave the lights on
Or I will fall down my dear
I'm done with the pain
I'm done with myself
I'm done selfharming
And I'm done starving again.
Don't you understand how it feels
To have nobody around you
and its killing you with tears?
You just wanna paint a picture
A picture in red
Here's the shocking twist..'
the pencil is a razor and the canvas my wrist.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| AJV: | Dinsdag, januari 21, 2014 17:10 |
| I know the feeling! Nicely written | |
| =Blackmind: | Zondag, juni 09, 2013 18:35 |
| Dankje! | |
| Floortje123: | Zondag, juni 09, 2013 14:12 |
| I do understand how it feels, herkenbaar en mooi verwoord. | |
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| Auteur: =Blackmind | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 juni 2013 | ||
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