Direktlänk till inlägg 27 december 2009
I hurt myself today,
To see if I'd still feel.
I focus on the pain,
The only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole,
The old familiar sting;
Try to kill it all away,
But I remember everything.
What have I become,
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end.
You could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt...
I wear this crown of thorns,
Upon my liar's chair,
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings disappear.
You are someone else,
I am still right here.
What have I become,
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end.
And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
If I could start again,
A million miles away,
I would keep myself,
I would find a way.
klockan är nu 05:49. jag vaknade 03:44 och kunde inte somna om. ångesten smög sej sakta på mej, svepte in mej i den som ett täcke. jag ligger helt tyst i min säng men hör hur jag skriker inuti. är det ingen som hör? det är så skarpt så de...
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