On the edge
I standing on the edge,
Heartbroken grief.
I think to myself,
"Should I jump,
Should I die?
Who the fuck,
Who cares for me?
This shelter is for me?
If I jump,
Yet no one will cry.
For me,
It really didn't,
I want out of here!
Life is a punishment!
I don't need a token,
I don't need a grave!
Let me good rot,
As you have always done!
Give it a party because I'm gone,
As always stand!
So tough I won't bother you,
No one will miss me,
No one will grieve that I'm gone."
And I jump,
Free fall down.
They were right,
I was too week.
With my last bitter tear,
That is slid down my cheek.
Reacties op ‘On the edge’
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I could tell you the same thing you told me, but you already know it.
Zomaar iemand - 21-10-2013 om 21:42
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Mooi gedicht. But you know there will always be people that miss you ..
Verwijderde gebruiker - 22-10-2013 om 07:07
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If you go, I will miss you. If you go, I go. Stop these thoughts, it is not a solution, and there are so many people you will miss. But beautiful poem :)
jorinda - 22-10-2013 om 09:46
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ik denk dat wij in t echt best goeie vrienden waren geweest als ik dit zo lees.. mooi gedicht.. alleen jammer waar het weg komt.. (meaning.. mooi gedicht, alleen jammer dat je in staat bent zoiets te schrijven.. the good always get the bad over them..)
Dutch - 13-05-2014 om 19:44