No escape
It's been so long.. Since I last felt this way.
So lost, so alone, drifting in empty space.
Nothing to grab hold of, nothing to hold on to,
only myself to reflect on.
I feel unsure, so unsure of what i seek,
do i want to be free? Or do I need a pattern in life?
I do not know, and everyone I ask
has a different opinion.
Why? Why must I feel like this, when all around me,
people enjoy their lives, are happy with
what the've got. Who am I to be like this,
always needing more?
It's like a wound inside, a gaping hole,
where part of my soul should have been,
slowly being filled into a lake of tears,
in which I drown.
Slowly going under, the cold reaching
deaper and deaper under my skin, until
there is nothing left to lose.
So lost, so alone, drifting in empty space.
Nothing to grab hold of, nothing to hold on to,
only myself to reflect on.
I feel unsure, so unsure of what i seek,
do i want to be free? Or do I need a pattern in life?
I do not know, and everyone I ask
has a different opinion.
Why? Why must I feel like this, when all around me,
people enjoy their lives, are happy with
what the've got. Who am I to be like this,
always needing more?
It's like a wound inside, a gaping hole,
where part of my soul should have been,
slowly being filled into a lake of tears,
in which I drown.
Slowly going under, the cold reaching
deaper and deaper under my skin, until
there is nothing left to lose.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Paultjuh: | Woensdag, januari 04, 2006 23:18 |
| ik ken veel mensen die in therapie gezeten hebben.. maar ook die spreken mekaar regelmatig tegen, terwijl ze er allemaal wel enige kennis van hebben :) | |
| MayadeBij*: | Woensdag, januari 04, 2006 23:16 |
| Fuck-em ;) nooit advies vragen aan ´fakers´ of zie ik dat verkeerd? :) Kus! | |
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| Auteur: Paultjuh | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 januari 2006 | ||
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