This I dedicate all to you,
This poem this feelings I m about to write down,
Where will I start what should I do,
I’m about to figure it out now,
In my mind it’s all messed up,
How can it be such a ‘perfect life’,
But it’s not as perfect as it looks,
It’s a fucked up place that I describe,
Somewhere where you’re afraid whenever you see yourself,
Somewhere where you’re addicted to cut in your arms,
Somewhere you want to die inside your shelf,
And I scream… ‘I’m not alive I’m dead’
And then it’s me again, pointed in a mirror,
Reflections of memories painted in my mind,
If you thought this wasn’t me than it’s an error,
It’s all me, all that’s left behind,
So do you see me crying now,
Do you see my tears,
That’s me, reality, do you get it know,
This is me with all my fears,
This me I’m falling down,
Bloodstains on the floor,
And all my feelings, fears, I ever owned,
Are gone now,
I’m lying by the floor…
Look it’s me I’m dying,
I’m really doing fine,
And I cut away my fears,
Now heaven is all mine,
Whispering my last few words,
This I dedicate all to you,
Losing you it really hurts,
But dying is not twice as worse as losing you…
dit heb ik geschreven voor een heel goeie vriend van mij dat zelfmoord wil plegen.