The last time...
The last time...
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I see the knife
There, on the ground...
I dropped it there yesterday
It's still red of my blood
My blood that came out of my wrist
Why? Why every time again?
Why can't I even beat myself?
I can't stop myself...
The knife on the ground
I hold it in my hand now
I can't resist... Again I'm too weak
The knife slides over my wrist
I can see the blood coming out again
The blood has found its way out
It's flowing over my hand, my fingers
The drops are dripping on the ground
I can see a red pool...
Did I do that? Is this my work?
My wrist can't stop bleeding...
I can't think anymore...
The only thing I see is the red pool
Getting bigger and bigger...
The red changes into black...
I can only see a black spot...
My mouth opens, but closes again...
A smile comes on my lips...
I stop breathing...
I feel my heart doesn't beat anymore...
It's over, I just killed myself...
Maybe it wasn't really my intention this time
But it's the best solution...
Being dead is the best I've ever experienced...
****************
I see the knife
There, on the ground...
I dropped it there yesterday
It's still red of my blood
My blood that came out of my wrist
Why? Why every time again?
Why can't I even beat myself?
I can't stop myself...
The knife on the ground
I hold it in my hand now
I can't resist... Again I'm too weak
The knife slides over my wrist
I can see the blood coming out again
The blood has found its way out
It's flowing over my hand, my fingers
The drops are dripping on the ground
I can see a red pool...
Did I do that? Is this my work?
My wrist can't stop bleeding...
I can't think anymore...
The only thing I see is the red pool
Getting bigger and bigger...
The red changes into black...
I can only see a black spot...
My mouth opens, but closes again...
A smile comes on my lips...
I stop breathing...
I feel my heart doesn't beat anymore...
It's over, I just killed myself...
Maybe it wasn't really my intention this time
But it's the best solution...
Being dead is the best I've ever experienced...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Miss_AngelOfFire: | Maandag, december 17, 2012 18:13 |
| Gooi dat mes weg en concentreer je op de gelukkige momenten! Het leven is meer dan de pijn die je voelt... Kus Angel |
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| marsch: | Zondag, oktober 13, 2002 13:08 |
| hoi catje doe dit echt niet hoor ik weet zeker dat het beter zal gaan met je..later |
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| soesa: | Zondag, juni 16, 2002 21:46 |
| Tjonge he, erg heftig zeg! Ik hoop dat je inziet dat het niet de beste oplossing is, je hebt nog zo veel om te zien en mee te maken dat het veel te zonde is! Als je hulp nodig hebt ofzo kan je me altijd mailen of toevoegen aan msn hoor! Heel veel sterkte!! kus |
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| Auteur: Catje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 juni 2002 | ||
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