All Alone
Everything’s gone,
all alone.
I am left,
in a circle of stone.
Nothing goes in,
it can’t come out.
Nothing helps,
won’t here me shout.
Can’t fit in,
all alone.
No one wants me,
in they’re home.
They don’t tell,
but I can see.
It’s on they’re face,
when they look at me.
They don’t like,
who I am.
Don’t fit in,
so I scram.
They don’t want me,
in this life.
So they’ll stab me,
with a knife.
Hurts me hard,
hurts me deep.
Hurts me so bad,
that I can’t sleep.
They won’t stop,
and never will.
Need some love,
it won’t fill.
They’ll keep on going,
it’s a threat.
They won’t stop,
until i’m dead.
*..:..*SilentTears*..:..*: | Zaterdag, oktober 22, 2005 18:45 |
wow de mooiheid (: je voelt de pijn gwoon.. dit is zown droevig gedichje.. als er wat is mag je me maile.. (: liefs, [xx] Fi |
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jorinka: | Zaterdag, maart 19, 2005 13:20 |
I'll give you my love..if you want me to? This poem is a beauty..it's kinda heavy..so much feeling..that makes it sensitive, emotional. i'll be there for you love |
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Auteur: Lianne van Kesteren | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 01 maart 2005 | ||
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