• Het is een gevoel. No worries. Ik ga niets achterlijks uitsteken. Het is gewoon hoe ik me op dit moment heel erg voel.


    It's stifling, humid
    My soul can't breathe
    My heart can't beat
    It's too late

    The fog has taken over
    My mind, my brains
    While a frost is
    Running through my veins
    It's too late.

    In my heart, a flood
    A downpour of grief
    Even a thousand thoughts of happiness
    Cannot bring me any relief.
    It's too late.

    It's over.
    It's done.
    I'm done.
    I'm fine.

    [ bericht aangepast op 15 dec 2016 - 22:34 ]


    Even as we grieved, we grew; even as we hurt, we hoped; even as we tired, we tried