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Forever blinded..Forever cursed...

The pretender, thats what they should call me, cuse
There are only one person whom I can be honest with

I´m going along each day with a smile, making others see
me as a fun person with lots of energy and for one reason
only...Hide the truth...

The truth isn´t pretty

I´m a cursed man sinking into oblivion, but I can´t show it
to the world, it would only bring hurt upon them and who
wants that?

I´m through crying for help, there is no room for that
anymore, or atleast not room for me...inside me...

Always be alone, it´s my curse

I have no intention to end it, though. I dont know how, but
there is a small piece of optimism left in me. Maybe thats
whats helping me hide the truth...I dont know...

I dont know whats in store for me...Only that I must hide
the truth in order to live...

Yeah, I could do that...Let´s go...!




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Publicerad 2010-12-22 22:47



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  sockerspöket
Smärtsam, skärande.. ont.

Och att gömma sanningen för alltid, gör inget bättre. Sanningen måste fram och ut, förr eller senare, för någon..
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