The Mistake That Murdered Me
The Mistake That Murdered Me..
Stories.. Most of the time their about 2 people..
and a thing called happiness..
well this time there is no 'you and me'..
no 'us' and no 'we', not anymore,
people can make mistakes..
that's why we are human, right?
but what will happen.. if you can't reverse them..
if you just can't solve the god damn problem?..
if it's that worse that you won't forgive yourself?
i'll tell you..
you will feel like the flesh is ripped of your skull
and your tears are the only ocean that excists..
even you're breath will be taken away by the worst memories,
it feels like youre heart will melt right out of your chest,
and youre soul breaks in 2 pieces.
You will become a little pathetic heap of crap,
it will not be just a fleshwound, it's like someting
pulls your heart out and burns it with no reason
and leaves the biggest scar you've ever seen..
then what to do?
cry? like no one ever did?
laugh? about your stupit actions?
Wish? you could do it all over again?
Hope? tryin' that everything will be alright again?
But when you all did those things,
and it is still the same..
then what?
Just forget it?
like nothin' happened?
What if it won't help?
....Then that means, you're still paying for what you've done.
....Then that means, you're gettin' punished for you actions.
....Then that means, you just have to accept, that it will never be alright again.
accept, that it's 'your mistake', it's your fault, you will have to live with it,
Forever..
The untracable murderers: Mistakes
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