the things.....
 

khad em eerst op k&L maar daar hoort ie niet echt dus vandaar post ik em nog es hier


The dirty empty pain is back again.
Or was it still there?
I don't remember, I don't care
But I can feel it everywhere

They have taken away my trust, my joy,
my will to be happy

I want to be free.
Free from these darn things
But I can't….

They tell me I'm weak
And maybe they're right
The can make me think, whatever they need me to think.

And I can't denie, cause every time they make me cry.

They're in my mind, the deeper they go
the harder to find.

They won't go away.
They're too strong
And they've been theren for so long.

And every time I ask myself why?
Why do I fall for another lie?
Again and again

It's like history repeats itself
But each time a bit worse.
And each time I have myself to blame
Or is it a curse?

Well the things in my head
They won't go away
Whatever I trie, They insist to stay.
That's the price I have to pay
For being such a dumb and naieve girl
For still having trust in this fucked up world!

Sometimes I trie, I find something, reach
my hands to it, and wrap my arms around.
But it disapearce and I fall on the cold hard ground
I get smashed in the face
And then there is just a bigger empty space
Nothing left to embrace......

More room for the little voices in my head
So they can easily multiplie and spread
At night when I lie in bed
They tell me things no one has ever said

I tell them to shut up
But they go on and never stop
I can't defeat them on my own
There so many, and I'm all alone.

The deeper I sink, the more I think

I came to a conclusion,
that love is just an illusion
And so is trust, You can't even trust yourself anymore
Before you know it you're a bitch or a filthy hore.

That's what these things can achieve
Because they can make you believe
That you're ugly, dumb, too fat, too tall.
Or they just make you feel very very small.

Sometimes I just wanna hide
Cause I'm not ready to fight.
But I hope that one day, they'll leave me alone
And find a place of their own.

One day I'll learn to understand
Or find a helping hand
One that can make me stand

But untill that day,
I'll fight this lonely fight
Because the voices in my head can't be denied

(zo beter?)

[Dit bericht is aangepast door muckymouse (09-03-2002).]

Advies: Hak het in strofen. Ik heb ook het idee dat ie niet loopt, maar dat kan komen doordat ik nu niet weet wat bij elkaar hoort.

t gedicht spoort ook niet
t moet namelijk ook een grote chaos voorstellen
dat is precies waar t over gaat

maar wat vind je er nu van dan?

Zoals je ziet heb ik wat spelfoutjes eruitgepoetst. Niet dat mijn Engels zo goed is, maar twee weten meer dan één.

Ehm, verder: MOOI! Voor het eerst sinds tijden dat hier weer eens een compleet verhaal wordt gedicht. Knap als je dat kunt.

Als ie autobiografisch is, nog één ding: Sterkte.