Slowly Dying
Nobody can hear me.
I'm lost an I'm screaming.
I want to fix things,
make them right,
but everything's
to messed up and broken.
I was happy.
It seems ages ago, but I was truly happy.
I was innocent, vunerable
and I truly was happy.
Yet nobody can see me.
I'm sitting in the darkness,
not to be found.
I'm lost an I'm screaming.
I want to fix things,
make them right,
but everything's
to messed up and broken.
I was happy.
It seems ages ago, but I was truly happy.
I was innocent, vunerable
and I truly was happy.
Yet nobody can see me.
I'm sitting in the darkness,
not to be found.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| DrieGeetjes: | Vrijdag, september 12, 2014 00:17 |
| Confusius say, it is bettel to light one small candle than to culse the dalkness. And uh... Stay angry. ;) |
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| Auteur: Eufrasia | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 september 2014 | ||
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