It’s a waste…
Bottled up all those feelings inside of me…
Bottled up all this pain…
Now I need to spill…
Because I’m going insane…
Am I a complete failure?
All those scars I have in my heart…
Need to throw up…
I’m falling apart…
Nobody needs to see me in this state…
I need to wash the tears of my face…
I sicken myself; don’t know why I even have friends…
Because spending time with me is a waste…
Longo Ornella: | Donderdag, juni 23, 2005 09:51 |
I don't agree... You are a lovely person, that's what I can see in al your poems! Keep ya head up girlke! |
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Enrico: | Dinsdag, juni 07, 2005 01:45 |
Spending time with you isn't a waste... You're the one that gave live a good taste... Don't be so harse to yourselve... Nobody is perfect... Lot's of love, Enrico |
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Auteur: Rachel Rutten | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 06 juni 2005 | ||
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