2010-07-13 | 15:59:40

Dikt 13: Crying

As the night falls down over the land,
am sitting here, all alone, with a pen in my hand.
Trying to remember what i told you.
Trying to finger out, if what i said, was true.
I said that i love you. That I without you, i would die.
But am not sure. Maybe it was a lie.
A tear fall down on my paper. I start to cry.
There is nothing more. Why should i keep try?
I am so lost in myself. Can someone get me out?
Feels like none can hear me... no matter how loud i shout.
Where is my friends? My family... all that once knew me.
Well... it dosent matter... there is nothing more to see.

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