War inside
War inside.
Everyday I get up, do my things.
Everyday I wake up... great a new day.
A new day filled with fear and emptiness, thoughts and memories.
And those memories better stay away.
They make me feel tired,
They make me feel unwanted.
They say over and over again,
don't take life for granted.
I have to be strong, or I will have to go.
That's the choice they gave.
I want to give up, just lie down and rest,
I want to relax, I want to cave.
You're my war,
my own personal war inside.
Everyday I get up, do my things.
Everyday I wake up... great a new day.
A new day filled with fear and emptiness, thoughts and memories.
And those memories better stay away.
They make me feel tired,
They make me feel unwanted.
They say over and over again,
don't take life for granted.
I have to be strong, or I will have to go.
That's the choice they gave.
I want to give up, just lie down and rest,
I want to relax, I want to cave.
You're my war,
my own personal war inside.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| verdrietige schildpad: | Zaterdag, februari 13, 2016 17:49 |
| Ik herken veel in je strijd. Geef niet op. Heb geduld en vertrouwen. Ik weet hoe moeilijk het kan zijn.Sterkte. Dank voor je lieve reactie. | |
| jdedenker: | Woensdag, februari 10, 2016 21:29 |
| ...heel herkenbaar, sterkte | |
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| Auteur: Eleazara | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 februari 2015 | ||
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