The small voice in my head
Please let me be free
I don't want to be me
I don't wanna live anymore
I can't take it no more
I'm afraid of losing too
this hell, isn't what I want to get trough
I hate this hell
I know it very well.
But still, there's a voice in my head
screaming: ' no, you don't want to be death.
you just want to kill your pain,
but you don't have the blame.
It isn't your fault, you were just five,
when you had started to survive.
So don't think it anymore
you're not a whore!'
But why do I still feel like that?
Stupid, worthless, alone and bad?
Would it never end?
I don't want to be me
I don't wanna live anymore
I can't take it no more
I'm afraid of losing too
this hell, isn't what I want to get trough
I hate this hell
I know it very well.
But still, there's a voice in my head
screaming: ' no, you don't want to be death.
you just want to kill your pain,
but you don't have the blame.
It isn't your fault, you were just five,
when you had started to survive.
So don't think it anymore
you're not a whore!'
But why do I still feel like that?
Stupid, worthless, alone and bad?
Would it never end?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Allysson: | Zaterdag, november 28, 2015 17:57 |
| Auw.. zo herkenbaar deze gedachten over jezelf en deze strijd. Knap dat je het onder woorden hebt gebracht in een goed gedicht. En sterkte & liefs | |
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| Auteur: Ceara | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 februari 2014 | ||
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