Stolen body
4-12-2013
My eyes heavy
Am I tired
Is this sadness
My legs are numb
Exhaustion
Or anger
The signs are
Messed up
Confused
I lie awake
Aching
Pondering
Is this mine
Do I own this body
Is it stolen
Slowly by the
Pain, aches
And exhaustion
I gasp
A knife
In my back
Stabbed
By the one thing
One ought to trust
Can you judge me
For judging
This
My eyes heavy
Am I tired
Is this sadness
My legs are numb
Exhaustion
Or anger
The signs are
Messed up
Confused
I lie awake
Aching
Pondering
Is this mine
Do I own this body
Is it stolen
Slowly by the
Pain, aches
And exhaustion
I gasp
A knife
In my back
Stabbed
By the one thing
One ought to trust
Can you judge me
For judging
This
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| Auteur: Wicked Rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 april 2018 | ||
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