twisted mind
13.06.2006., utorak
13.06.'06.
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when you saw scars on my hends,and legs you asked me what a fuck is that what could i answer what cind of answer do you want to hear should i blame others or should i tell the truth mum i'm fucked up i'm sick i need a psychiatrist the holes on my hends are exit for the pain are you ready for that to see that youre own child is sick i'm not sweet litle girl anymore can't you realise so what did i done i ran away i ran through forest i couldn't feel my legs but still i couldn't feel relief anxiety is suffocateing me can't see way out what do you want from me what did you espect me to be do you realise that i'm mistake i know you went in my room but how couldn't you see it was all there rigt in front of you stending on the desk i didn't hide anything cause i knew that you will look for something something hidden very well you are blind for me you will never read me there were evedence not hiden and you didn't realised what did you even look for what did you expect to find i just need some peace i need to be alone so please could you leave me at last don't enter my room don't kill my soul don't ask any questions you won't get to know answers i have no strenght to argue with you what would be my choice to run rest of my life to mother nature in hope that i would find answers but in the other side i could hear knocking on the door there is the end behind it should i open and leave just a shell behind me should i gave my soul to darkness that calls....  htjeli ste nešto novo ovo je danas napisano  |