Eenzaamheid / Geen Thema / Geen Thema
Slowly more memories start to rise,
Memories of situations that happened this past year..
Memories that passed me by..
So many memories, so much pain..
It slams me down now, now that I donít live in the haze anymore..
The memories when I felt loved,
When I wasnít so alone all the time..
The moments when I could look in the mirror,
And be okay with what I see..
Now I am the only one who looks right into my eyes..
There isnít anyone else looking at me straight..
Maybe because there arenít much people left,
Maybe because I avert my eyes to the floor,
But no one sees me for me anymore..
I remember a time when I wasnít so scared,
I remember a time when I felt warmth of a touch..
The memories I have of that time are loving..
Now itís all cold and deserted..
The only touch I feel now,
is the pain I bring upon my own skin.
I wish someone could hold me,
Make me feel safe..
I remember a day when that felt good,
But itís been so long..
Who will truly look me in the eye,
And make me feel safe again..
- Asylum -
Gecontroleerd door: Sheena