Sometimes…
It all gets too much,
And the thoughts
They arise again…
Sometimes…
When no one’s around,
I sit down and think…
With tears in my eyes
And another knife
In my hands…
At moments like these
I realize…
There’s no escape…
No cure…
Forever sick…
Auteur: IfAllElseFails | ||
Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 23 oktober 2005 | ||
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