hey tøser..
jeg mangler lidt feedback på de digte jeg skriver så mange af..
så nu vil jeg ligge et enkelt herind og se om i vil give lidt feedback på selve det skriftlige.. også gerne på indholdet, men husk på jeg oftes skriver om min fortid.. så det er ikke sådan jeg er nu..
come join me
In the middle of the night
You don’t love me; you don’t even care for me, do you?
I yelled and caused a scene
I did everything my precious mother didn’t teach
My head was exploding and all I felt was lonely
Spinning in my thoughts was hurtful
You don’t want me nor do you need me
I turned around watching my anger resolve itself
I relived every piece of what once was my living hell
I felt the burning flames lick every inch of my body
In the mess I made I suddenly felt sexual
Deep inside my pain I felt the need to control myself
All I really needed could be fixed within a single sec
I craved to cut myself, so I did
I looked from outside my body
While watching the blood drip from my wrist
I flew down towards me wanting nothing more than simple regret
The most simple thing; I needed to forgive myself
Yet no such thing is simple
How could I ever forgive myself for what I did I shall burn in hell
I was begging for her to understand
That my spirit and soul is beyond repair
From the first breath till I started to cut and abuse myself
I became unavailable
Unable to be loved, mostly by myself
And that will forever stay part of me and the world that I call, my hell