[langar das sexiness.]
Feelings you can´t let go, even though you say so.

Sometimes I feel unappreciated,

unseen and worthless.

I try so hard to make you see me,

the real me.

Not the things I do,

not the essays I write about you,

not the cleaning in our house,

not the songs I write.

I don´t understand.

What am I doing here?

There is something missing in me

I don´t know how to be

But at the same time I wonder,

if you see beside everything I do,

will you like what you see?

Will you accept me?

Will you find anything at all?

An empty body, with a scarred soul.

The wounds are fresh,

Blood and flesh.

I´m dirty, hollow.

I don´t understand,

What am I doing here,

There is something missing in me

I don´t know how to be

You might not know the feeling,

But still you are the healing.

But it takes too big place,

There is no left space

It suffocates me,

to let you be.

I don´t understand

What am I doing here?

There is something missing in me

I don´t know how to be

The real me...

Annons

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August 2010