centraal gedichten topic

15 September 2004, 04:01

A silver line,
following it’s way down,
down to a lost heart,
a torn soul.

I need to get over this,
I need this to change.
But it won’t.
All I can do,
is pretend.

I feel like I’m running through a maze,
lost in my mind.
I can’t be myself.
I can’t escape.

It feels like I’m living a lie.
I cry myself to sleep at night.
I dream ‘bout how I kill myself,
how I end my pain..
I wake, acting like nothing happened.

I feel so alone,
there’s no one here to talk too,
no one that’ll ever understand.

15 September 2004, 04:01	#37
Sophar Guest Berichten: n/a	Lost A silver line, following it’s way down, down to a lost heart, a torn soul. I need to get over this, I need this to change. But it won’t. All I can do, is pretend. I feel like I’m running through a maze, lost in my mind. I can’t be myself. I can’t escape. It feels like I’m living a lie. I cry myself to sleep at night. I dream ‘bout how I kill myself, how I end my pain.. I wake, acting like nothing happened. I feel so alone, there’s no one here to talk too, no one that’ll ever understand.