Auteur: Rositha van der meulen | Datum:
I wasn\'t able to do it anymore.
I was Stuck in fears each day
a little more.
My tears keep Dropping On the Floor.
My hand was already by the door.
My soul was Closed.
i wasn\'t able to live i suposed..
Somehow i saw the shining light.
It gave me the feeling of trust..
it was getting more bright..
I felt down On my floor.
Blood Dripping Out my mouth..
i wanted to die .. evrey day a little more.
i wasn\'t sad.. i wasn\'t happy..
i wasn\'t proud.
