Beaten
 

Life kicks me
Slaps me
Laughs at me when I fall
When I fail
How can I ever think I will be good enough?
Why even dream?
It will never come true
It will never make sense
I do not even have the strength to get up
To stand my ground
Little and poor as it may be
Instead I cower
And quiver at your feet
Useless
As you deem it to be
Wave your hand of mercy
Cover the sun with your darkness
Carry me away from my suffering
You promised to set me free
To cure me of my weakness
Of my being
You promised
You mimick back
Lips turn up in a sneer
Little fool
What makes you worth the effort
I care what becomes of you
Even less then I care for what becomes
Of the gunk I scrap from beneath my nails
Kicked and shamed
Beaten and blamed
I lay here
Covered in the chains of truth

woei! très mooiig!!
geeft goed het overall-gevoel weer
maw, er wordt een lekker sfeertje gecreeerd
en woordkeuze is ook perfect
yeah!

*hihi* dankje wel :)

eeeeeey laartjuh..



wel cewl hoor!!!

baba Kleine Mandy

Begint leuk maar dat zwakt af, jammer