Allemaal gedichtjes..

[Pinkish Dress]

A Borrowed smile
Yesterday I borowed a smile,
From a girl who didn't use it anymore.
She bought a straight face, that would last for a while.
So, she could show the world she had nothing to life for.


It's easier for people to cry, when they see a said face.
But, when she is lying there, she doesn't want people to cry or laugh.
She wants people to think, talk and change.


You should never use an other face then your own.
Don't ever hide your scarfs, happiness and tears.
Never say you've grown,
When you haven't faced your fears.....


I see her lying there, quiet en peacefull, like she wasn't herself.
The real her was never shown, never heard or seen.
In some strange way I recognize something....
Something that looks like me...

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Lost


I always try to be a friend.
To listen to your anger, happiness and sorrow.
You know I’ll always be there, and that I’ll never move an inch.
It’s almost clear that I’m on the same spot tomorrow.
I’m trying as hard as I can, just to help you through the day.
And I Know I really made a difference in your life .


But then at night, when I’m lying alone in my bed, thinking the whole day through….
About the problems you told me, and the solutions I made for you.
There crawls a feeling in my soul,
A feeling I can’t describe, a feeling I don’t want to recognize….


I think about the conversations we have everyday,
The more I think about it, the more I see….
That during our daily chats, we never talk about me…


I’m trying to understand my own feelings,
But somehow I can’t seem to find them.
I’m so stuffed up with al your sadness and pain,
That while you were talking to me, I lost my self again…..

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My hero

I've stopt trying today,
My mind is clear, my eyes are sharp.
I made my decission, my decision, not to stay.

My whole life, you are bringing me down,
You made me believe in your selfassured stories,
You forced me to listen, everytime...
But can you also tell me, why you never where there when I needed you around?

I know I was never good enough,
good enough to be your child.
I'm a totall waste of time..
And living with me is very hard, or say it more directly..
It's rough.
But now I know why you never told me; I'm proud of this selfdestructing child of mine...

I stopt trying to make you proud,
I've realised the limit is to high for me to reach
Cause you tell me everyday : the only thing I'm good in is scream and shout.
I don't deserve to be your blood,
I'm dumb, ugly and insecure..
Nobody will ever think of me as a special good.
They're all just playing with me..
There's nothing in your eyes, that I could do
To make you realise I'm something..
Cause I'll never be at your hight, I never be as good as you..

Everday, the vision get's sharper, and now I see..
How can a smart, goodlooking and selfassured hero,
Create a little, dumb and insecure creature like me...

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Not like you


My body hurts like other body's do,
My mouth inhales the same air as yours.
My feet wears, like every human feet, a fitting shoe.
Even my hands, similar to the ones of you, can open a milion doors.

To the outside, I'm as perfect as can be,
The outsiders have not right to speak..
They've never seen the inside of this girl..
I've closed the door now, no more talking behind my back, no more crawling on my skin...
No more me..

People don't understand that insecure feeling sticking in my head.
I'm crazy, foolish and a believer.
I don't think I'll be better of dead..
Lost track of time, do not know where I belong,heaven or hell.
Me is just playing a wurthless reciever.

A reciever of good and bad thoughts,
Yours, mines...
You've lost them along the track, me has them still hanging around.
Nobody knows, they pull the strings in my mind.
Nobody hears, they speak without a sound...

It's hard to acknowledge you're not like the normal ones.
Denying is useless, just have to face the facts.
To make it end, I don't use knives, pills or guns..
My soul will destroy hisself, my heart will cry to sleep,
And my body turns in to a wreck.

[sayang-steelo]

die eerste is mooi! alleen wel een beetje vaag in het midden.. maar I get the point! ik begrijp het gevoel van de gedichten vooral de eerste zegt me veel.. alleen ja komt ie ik ga ook over de typefouten zeiken (niet lullig bedoeld ik heb nog meer fouten ) jammer van de typefoutjes maar verder vind ik ze moooooI!!!!

[Pinkish Dress]

sayang-steelo schreef:
die eerste is mooi! alleen wel een beetje vaag in het midden.. maar I get the point! ik begrijp het gevoel van de gedichten vooral de eerste zegt me veel.. alleen ja komt ie ik ga ook over de typefouten zeiken (niet lullig bedoeld ik heb nog meer fouten ) jammer van de typefoutjes maar verder vind ik ze moooooI!!!!

Uhm tnx , maar waar zitten de typfoutjes dan?! Verbeter ik ze ffies..