|Napisal/a LuxAeterna, v nedelja, 22. avg. 10
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My hands are shaking, blood pressure high,
I feel like crying, but my eyes remain dry.
Was it something I said, was it something I did?
Damn it ,mum, I’m sorry, but I’m still just a kid!
I can’t always be perfect & you can’t expect me to be,
but that mad look in your eyes makes me want to flee...
You yell at me, I'm such a disappointment to you,
and deep in my heart I sometimes wonder if it’s true...
I let the guilt fester, strange pains in my chest,
and I hate feeling so small, so worthless and so stressed!
I failed again, how can I even look at your face?
You push me away when I want your embrace...
You make me so sad but you make me angry as well,
your actions inflame my soul, make me want to rebel!
I hate you!
And I hate myself for hating you...
I’m so sorry, mum...
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