It hurts
It hurts,
I'm not made of stone.
I also have feelings,
It hurts a lot sometimes.
My wishes and dreams are put aside by you.
Sometimes it makes me cry, out of nowhere.
The fear of what will be my future, will my life be full of pain? Will I ever be a mother?
The days are long and lonely,
Getting through the day as well as possible is already a full-time job for me.
I want to scream that it hurts us, it gives me tears of pain.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Mr. Plokky: | Dinsdag, oktober 18, 2016 20:10 |
| I think your not in the right place | |
| Augustijntje: | Dinsdag, oktober 18, 2016 19:28 |
| Then scream, let yourself be heard. | |
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| Auteur: Butterfly1984 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 oktober 2016 | ||
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