hope
When i look in the mirror i think
Is this really me?
I think about if I wasn’t myself,
Then who should I be?
I feel like no one care about me
That i’m standing all alone.
I wonder, will anyone notice,
When I am all gone?
And do they care when I’m not there
Do they care for me?
Do they care when I’m all gone
Do they care if I bleed?
Everytime when I cut in my arm
It seems to dissapear
My anger, sadness and most of all
All my biggest fears
But I don’t think that it will help,
To cut untill I die
To bleed and scream and fall apart
And most of all, to cry.
I hope that I can hold on
Without my black sharp knife
But I think that I can hold on
And love much in my life..
Hold on
you can make it
.loves.
Is this really me?
I think about if I wasn’t myself,
Then who should I be?
I feel like no one care about me
That i’m standing all alone.
I wonder, will anyone notice,
When I am all gone?
And do they care when I’m not there
Do they care for me?
Do they care when I’m all gone
Do they care if I bleed?
Everytime when I cut in my arm
It seems to dissapear
My anger, sadness and most of all
All my biggest fears
But I don’t think that it will help,
To cut untill I die
To bleed and scream and fall apart
And most of all, to cry.
I hope that I can hold on
Without my black sharp knife
But I think that I can hold on
And love much in my life..
Hold on
you can make it
.loves.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| bleed.love.live: | Maandag, april 09, 2007 19:07 |
| dat alles?:P lekkr sociaal mrjah :P |
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| gothyyy: | Maandag, april 09, 2007 17:35 |
| gaaf | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 april 2007 | ||
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