Schizophrenia

In the fields a little girl dances
There was some kind of sphere hanging around her
As if she wasn't just one person.. but more..
To look at her
It was like three little girls dancing
She's singing and dancing
Performing it like some sort of ritual
No-one ever knew
What goes around in her head
When she's looking at you

As a little child she knew no sorrow
Her friends inside were just nice to play with
Then she became older
And things started to change
The peace inside was broken
She's asking herself
Why didn't anyone like her


"you're a bitch, Sam, look at you, you're disgusting"



"no, you're not, Sam, think positive, everything will be just fine"


These voices inside make her so tired
Sweet Cinderella can't take no blood
So when the knife starts cutting through her wrist
Cinderella fainted
And dark Charlotte grabs her chance
To manipulate, and force herself into this girl's mind



"Sam, look in the mirror, what do you see? You're disgusting, you'll never be pretty"



She starts to cry, and she smashes her head into the mirror
Her face starts to bleed, and she cried, ohw, she cried
Oceans of tears
Her arm cut up, bleeding so bad
With some rags wrapped around her wrist
She's lying awake in her bed, in pain

Her deep eyes speak confusion
Is there a place where she really belongs
And when will she be left alone
When will she find her peace
There are too much thougts inside her head
She's always running, it makes her so tired



"Oh my god, Sam. What did she made you do?!
Please tell me this isn't true"



-Shut up, you, go away!



"Sam, I'm here to help you!"



-NO! ,she screams



-Get out...GET OUT!!


And it's quiet again..
Another day, missed out on school
"I don't feel so good"
And she's so tired
She sits in the desolation of the fields
Dancing again, like she did long ago



"Sam, can you think of a reason why you're alive?"



- Uhhh..


"I thought so, think about it, you're ugly, no-one likes you, you're a freak!"


- Do you think so?


"No! Sam, you can't think that, it's a bad thougt!"



These elevated conversations
Pull together to one teardrop
Big enough to fill her eyes with pain
The misery and blood fill the sink
And she carefully touches the scars upon her wrist
Somehow she could see somekind of beauty in it
The art of pain
Her eyes can't see no more
She opens the glittered box she hides under her bed
She closed her eyes and aimed the gun right at her head


"No! Don't do it!"



"Yeah, that's right, you ain't got shit to live for anyway!"



and she swallows her fear..



"Come on! Pull the trigger!"



"No, don't shoot! It's not too late!"


SHUT UP!!


Her head is filled with led now
She hits the floor
Which is now covered with her sadness
The demons fly out of her head
They explode and cover the sky with stars for her
She's finally free
I wish her well, and I see her fly
Up into the sky


On the other side of the mirror...



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hmm.. btje te lang mesgien..

klote, dis klote.. de rillingen lopen gwoon over me rug...
hmm sam, alstur iets is he, je kan 't altijd zegge, k? :(
egt super mooj geschreven, heel pakkend, en totaal niet erg dat het zo lang is.. *zucht*

*kuzz*

mjah.. had vage bui ossow.. :(

mjah, bedankt :)

*knuf*




(msn viel weer uit :/)

*wow* zoiets had ik denk ik owk wel kunnen schrijven....
toppie meid hijz mooi :)

niet te lang
bij lange na niet
ook niet slecht
bij lange na niet!!

dankuwel allemaal :)

Zeer mooi...

Even mooi als pijnlijk...
:(
*knuffel*

dankje :)

*knuf*




wow, wat veel reacties :eek:

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lijkt wel of het uit een boek komt..

ik vindt het prachtig

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dank je :)

zucht ik heb het zelfs uitgeprint..

maar mag ik vragen of je het zelf het verzonnen
of naar aanleiding van?
of uit een boek?

liefs Norena :(

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Prachtig taalgebruik jongedame, pet af

Wat voor mij ontbreekt, dus een kwestie van persoonlijke smaak, is de toegankelijkheid van het gedicht

ik moest zoeken naar een ritme, en af en toe vond ik het zelfs niet

Daarintegen vind ik het gebuik van gedachtes afgewisseld met strofes wel heel origineel, en het pakt goed uit :-)

zow, ik vind hem echt supermooi! de loop van het beschrijven van een heel leven, waarbij niet alle gegevens zijn gegeven zodat je kan blijven denken aan waar het over gaat.
heel erg goed!:)

heb t zelf verzonne.. naar aanleiding van een fantasietje ossow :)


Christel ende Ulfheidin, danku :)

is ook nie echt een ritme, tis meer een verhaal ossow :confused:

verhaal, mag je het beter noemen..
vindt uhm mooi..nogmaals..:)