weer is een x een gedicht van mij...
 

The secrets out,
Why must this be,
My personal life
Circles everyone but me.
I hear rumors,
Things I'd never imagine be said,
How can people be so cruel,
I'd much rather be dead.
Their words are pure hatred,
A knife turns slowly in my spine,
My ears hum with wicked words,
Control is no longer mine.
As I'm picked of my existance,
Long awaiting my knees to give,
Questions crossing my busy brain,
Do these creatures deserve to live?
In spite of my hate,
I feel pity for them all,
One day revenge will be mine,
I'll be the one watching them fall.
They'll have nowhere to run,
I'll feel free from my hurt,
I'll no longer be the one,
Being kicked in the dirt.
Sew the stuffing,
Where my anger seeps through,
Prick me with the needle,
And see what I'll do.
Revenge will be sweet,
I'll be satisfied again,
Until the next time
When my hate will need to mend...

ik vind hem echt supermooi laar!! maar dat had ik je al verteld!! *huuuuug*

*knufff* thnx meid http://forum.scholieren.com/smile.gif

Kewl, ik vinde hem mooi en ook heel herkenbaar, heb eigenlijk geen ander commentaar http://forum.scholieren.com/biggrin.gif

*thnx*