Kleine Gedichtjes

MEI 2017

She's lost.
Lonely.
Empty.
She can barely talk.
About what's going on in her mind.
So she tries to cover it all up by taking care of other people's problems.

She gives in.
Doesn't know how to handle life.
The more she lives, the more she's dead inside.

Because no one really understands she's energyless, she's suffering without even feeling the suffer anymore.

Her past, the dark shadow, keeps following her.
All they do is pushing her.
Saying she will make it. Saying she's a fighter.
But in her mind she knows she won't and she knows the fighter has left. She knows those words don't have a meaning anymore.

It's too late for her.
She just keeps going on with the same old empty feeling every day.

Some people care.
Some people said they cared, but left.
And some just keep on pushing her into the darkness.

She has got enough of it. She screams it out inside, asking herself 'why me? Why do they wanna hurt me? What did I do?'
But in fact, she blames herself for everything that had happened.
She feels like she keeps complicating other people's life.
'Cause wouldn't it all be better if she just wasn't there anymore?

But she can't take her own life away.
She has already tried that before.
She's not strong enough for that.
So she keeps going on with her life. Living on the real edge.
Living but dead.
Living with the depression.
And there's no one that can help her. No one that can reach into her mind.