Textes d'une idiote

~I made a list last night

I made a list, last night.
A list of all the evil that has happened to me.
A list of a hundred idiot things.
Unsaid I can't tell, secrets I keep to myself.

Instead of speaking, I'm crying on the ground.
Laughing in my head.
Begging the sun to come back to me.
Because the moon is too dark.

I made a list, last night.
A list of all the things I have done in the past.
A list of a hundred chances I didn't take.
Opportunities I could of kept to my own.

But I thought I didn't deserve it, because I thought my heart was made out of stone, my tears were blood and my hands poison.
Angry about all the problems I caused.
Tired to be sorry.

I made a list, last night.
A list that contains many questions.
A list of a hundred things no-one should ever see.
It's too dark, too depressive.

I can't help but regret everything in my life.
Thinking I better disappear one night and never get back.

I made a list, last night.
A list I should probably burn.
A list I don't want to read.
Maybe I can pass over it, forget and turn the page.
There's a hundred pages more to my life.